Gray

She doesn't talk about darkness enough,

Seldom does she stop,

stare darkness in the face

and acknowledge how creepy it is.

How subtle it creeps up,

slipping through tiny holes and cracks-almost imperceptible-

till it merges with light.

And she finds their dwelling together normal

There’s still light.

It’s just…

It’s just not bright enough to save her.

Notice how much light

mixes with darkness till it turns gray.

Gray is normal.

Gray is life

Gray feels like balance

So she’s underwater.

She's drowning

She’s not asking for help.

She’s not proud.

She adapted to gray.