The Gray

I’m sanding my rough edges
And trying to descend
From the hill that I kept dying on
I’m trying to make amends
My breath, it comes out ragged
I don’t know what to say
I’m trying to move from black and white
To living in the gray

So rigid and inflexible
Unable to see the skew
Burn down the house to build up myself
And my limited point of view
But after I’d reached a breaking point
And saw I’d lost my way
The color faded from my world
Leaving shades of gray

Now, trying to grow past myself
And listen more than speak
And realize that compromise
Is not a sign I’m weak
Heavy grief is no excuse
No matter what it may weigh
My hurt hurt others with absolutes
When I couldn’t see shades of gray

I burned my oldest bridges
And am learning now to swim
Leaving one shore for another
Scrubbing off some sins
I’m don’t know where I’m headed
But I’m grateful along the way
Striving beyond the black and white
And ever toward the gray

One thought on “The Gray

  1. This was lovely. I’m glad you’re writing again.

    Happy Mother’s Day to you, the beautiful woman who made me a mom.

    Love and hugs!

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