This Text Is Black

October 5, 2018

This text is black.

“Like my soul,” says my generation,

stringing up skeletons and spiderwebs

and painting their walls and wardrobes

to match. I watch

the murky words fade into dull ears,

and the reality of evil creates

a cloudy ache in my chest.

Colors are not tools

to poke fun at its existence.


It is black,

like the grimy asphalt roads

that pull my muddy, worn tires and thoughts

further down an eternal string of broken yellow lines.

The sky is a gray that my eyes rival.

In days past, I would have trembled at the dark,

clinging to pictures of sunlit pastures

when the world had painted the windows black.

Darkness was a foreign word.


It was black,

like the color of broken bonds and tainted trust,

smudging my fingers and my heart.

Darkness equals evil,

or so my childhood calculations had resolved.

The closet held no room for dark sweaters or sadness.

But now

black sleeves creep about my wrists,

along with the deeper colors

I find myself unearthing safety in.


They are black,

like the inky ripples of a quiet lake

as I watch from the rough, wooden porch above.

The air is stagnant against my beating chest.

Reflections of a dark-caped sky

seep into the watery depths,

perhaps striking the sea life with clouded uncertainty.


The night is still,

but midnight is still a mystery.


It is black,

like the night that carried my wordless prayers

when all else had turned a heedless ear.

Faithful constellations

had blinked out of focus,

but the haze they left was oddly secure—

as safe as the arms of the shadows I slept in.

And a heart that was tied to the stars

became bound

to the darkness between them.


This text is black,

but the darkness need not be evil.

The gray, faded clothes I wear

do not mean that I am one with a dim depression,

or that I do not appreciate creation’s colors.

I have embraced what I once found fearful;

I now understand that the dark understands me.

Because even if stars or strings of lights

flicker out of view,

the darkness they leave is not evil.

It is simply unknown.


  1. Emma Starr

    Beautiful poem, Cindy!!

    • Cindy Green

      Aw, thanks, Emma!

  2. Katherine Baker

    Wow! This poem has such a surge of senses! I love how you are able to take the disquiet descriptions of black in the beginning and slowly turn it toward your hopeful conclusion.

    • Cindy Green

      As always, your comment leaves my heart beautifully touched. Your words mean so much, Katherine. Thank you!

  3. Libby

    You wrote this is a way that I could relate to so well. I especially loved the second to last line. Throughout all of this piece, there was beauty infused in your lines and a sense of deep meaning – which came out nicely in the ending.

    • Libby

      Sorry, I said line when I meant stanza. I loved the second to last stanza. 🙂

    • Cindy Green

      Aw, Libby! Thank you so much for your encouragement. I’m so glad it touched you.

  4. Eden Anderson

    This is so beautiful! I could really relate to this poem; I almost cried on the last stanza. Please keep on giving us your poetry, Cindy, it’s so true and beautiful and inspiring. ❤️

    • Cindy Green

      Now I’m almost crying. You are a beautiful encourager, Eden <3

  5. Andrew Schmidt

    Great poem! 🙂 And I like how you described ‘dark.’

    • Cindy Green

      Thanks! So glad you liked it.

  6. Sarah Baran

    Very few poems make me read all the way to the end, but this was one of them. Bravo, Cindy. This spoke to my soul.

    • Cindy Green

      *is so touched my heart feels like it’s been poked with the sword in your profile picture, except the happiness equivalent*

      😀 I’m honoured, Sarah. Thank you!

  7. Samantha Farrar

    Love this, it really made me stop and ponder. The last stanza is so beautiful and true!!!

    • Cindy Green

      I’m always glad to make people stop and ponder. Thanks, Samantha! 🙂

  8. Your Friendly Neighborhood INFP

    Wow. I absolutely love this. You have an amazing talent, girl!

    • Cindy Green

      Aww <3 You really are my friendly neighbourhood INFP!

    • Cindy Green

      *tears up* Thank you, dear.

  9. Hedges

    Oh my goodness, I absolutely love this. Beautiful.


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