Recked And Saved. Poem by Luke Curcio

I'm in a book but I just don't see it now.

Your pain, your vision, your hurt, your struggle.

It's like it all meshes together in paint and I see many colors.

But I can't tell what's black or white.

Where's truth, where's triumph?

Give me life in these words.

Time went on and I touched the wet.

Now I know colors I did not.

And my clothes are stained.

Your words breathed life into me.

And now I know black from white.