Despair is the color purple

There are moments when the hope of day is sucked dry

against the darkened evening sky.

Where light fell on everything visible,

darkness wrapped itself on earth

as a thick blanket of despair.

I come peering over from the other side,

only to discover the grass is burnt

and the heavens darkened.

The greater my desperation,

the deeper I sink into the ground,

the higher I reach my hands

to the heavens for redemption.

I see now that despair has a color

Red against a wall of black,

she is bruised and vulnerable.

Despair is the color purple.