Colors Of My Life ( 4/2/19)

The color grey meant nothing to me until it gave me warmth on the coldest night.
It was calming in the hours where I had nothing else to hold onto.
It's effects still powers over me.
Yet grey clashes with the crimson that seems to wash over me.
Stalling me from saying words that I struggle to keep in.
Magnificent like the andromeda, I still get lost in it.

Lush green is a theme I always see in my dreams
With an east breeze that carries me off into the evening.
And as the orange horizon grows brighter and brighter, I take the chance to let go off my misplaced curiosities.
Softer I sleep, softer I think and wake to the sight of a blue skied morning.
The thought of it tears me apart in more ways than I can describe.
And just to hold a piece of myself in a way that could define the journey I have been on.
Wearing pieces of silver that matches a similar story.
How grey means everything to me.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think grey, in its neutrality, is a symbol of rest here. The journey seems to have been a rough one.