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.