Red and Black

It was something I was born with,

the only gift from my father,

RED.

It is something I have carried in my core,

and gradually growing just waiting to explode but until then

it rotted and burned through my soul.

But I don’t hate it,

it’s treasured as the only good thing my father gave to me.

It’s a master, a guideline, and a goal,

to always strive to be better.

The RED does have a balance,

the gift from my mother,

the BLACK.

The shadow that looms and waits to strike,

grinding down and tearing the smallest amounts of confidence

that I rarely gain,

keeping me down ‘til the RED lashes out.

But the BLACK and RED are mirror images that impact just as hard,

but in different ways.

I treasure the BLACK as much as the RED.

Another goal to choose.

Contentment.

And as I stated before,

I treasure the RED and the BLACK.

They’re the core components that made me.