Rainbow Without Gold Poem by April Humason

I broke free from the shadowed thread
That darkened hues the rainbow shed.
A heart once bruised by crimson ache,
In hollow rooms I could not escape.

Storms lived loud behind closed doors,
Promises thin, like broken oars.
Sunlight dimmed to borrowed tone,
Laughing lies that were never home.

Days grew long and colors turned cold,
Memories etched where time had told.
A window framed in evening sighs,
Held silent screams behind my eyes.

Stillness fell like wintered breath,
Loneliness wrapped my soul in death.
Yet somewhere in the violet air,
God whispered softly: I am there.

My rainbow lost its gold that day,
But Heaven kept my light from grey.
Not a mold of who I'd been,
But proof of strength that lived within.

Now colors bloom with gentle grace,
Not from fear, but freedom's place.
And every shade the storm once stole
Became the path that led me whole.