LIVING IN THE GRAY


the sky is gray today
 and I cannot change it
 although if I could
 I’d paint the vast expanse pale purple
 with streaks of pink
 emanating from the orange orb on the horizon
 but I cannot change it
 I can only contemplate it
 look full into the drab and dullness of it
 maybe feel morose
 or uninspired by it
 but not to change it
 
because there are days that I am gray
 and I cannot change it
 although if I could
 I’d wear a dress of pale purple
 and blush my cheeks with pink
 emanating from the warmth that once lived inside me
 but I cannot change it
 I can only contemplate it
 see truly the sad and heaviness of it
 allow the feel of dread
 or anger behind it
 but not to change it
 
instead
 to live through the gray day
 not needing to change it
 even if I could
 but to snuggle in a pale purple blanket
 streaks of tears
 emanating from the fire within me
 that can bring the change
 and cultivate
 an atmosphere of acceptance
 where a moment of honesty
 and vulnerability
 will naturally change me


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