My parents were killed. I am broken. I went to the funeral. My dress is a brushed ivory.
I have not made contact with my friends. I have not talked to anyone. The sun brings in gentle light.
I have moved. School in the new town began. I have met many new people. Everyone smiles gingerly. I no longer speak at all. Everyday is the same. The sky is a pale blue.
I met a boy. His hair is a pastel yellow.
I talked to him. He laughed. It made me smile. His lips are a faint pink.
He asked me out. I said yes. His skin is a soft cream.
He loves me. I love him. His eyes are a mellow blue.
We date through high school. I finally talk again. I have made friends. His shirt is a gentle gray.
He asked me to marry him. I said yes. The rose on his coat is buttery yellow.
He waits for me. His hands are a warm cotton.
We take each other. His ring is bright gold.
It matches mine.
I kiss him. I love him. I am whole again.
This poem is from a couple years ago. Although the facts are not real, this framework allowed me to address the struggles I experienced with my friends and family. Good can come from even the worst situations--that is what I have attempted to emphasize.