My world has been gray for as long as I can remember.
Vibrant shades of the warmth of a wolf's fur,
the comfort of the front passenger seat,
the cool tile underneath nights of tequila, tequila, tequila
and borderlands between ultimatums that
were as sharp and dizzying as houndstooth
But the grays I experience now are different...
But the grays I experience now are different...
They're angry and LOUD and tease away at
my confidence, competence, consciousness.
It's like I'm drowning while still inhaling
... in through your nose, out through your mouth...
but the mantra doesn't protect me from
an invisible monster whose name I do not know.
In between grays, there are vibrant shards.
They slice away at the fog and glitter beyond my reach.
The Brown pieces remind me of family, of bonds
that do not break even under the pressure of time.
The blues pieces embrace me, console me, challenge me.
They're complex in that they're silent in their kindness and love.
The yellow pieces are sheer energy and sunlight,
a field of one thousand mammoth sunflowers yearning for the sky.
And the green ones? They're from me to me, I saved them
for moments in time like this, my shield and my sword.
Rainbows are born from the strength of thunder.
They're born from the danger in lightning and
the framework of prisms applied to tears.
It may all be black and white at the end of the day,
but without the grays and the rainbows, I got nothing.
