Gray

The Gray.

Oh the gray.
Gray skies, gray moods
Gray walls, gray sheets

Everything is gray
my mood
my single strand of hair
my eyes
my outlook

I have forever feared the gray
the place where no thing looks different
everything the same monotonous color
the same pace
the same feeling

I have avoided it for years
maybe even for lifetimes

I don't belong in the gray

It feels heavy
a burden that I didn't sign up to carry
a person that no longer connects with me
a habit that no longer serves me
extra weight that is slowing me down

The gray and I have not been friends

But today, well today, I may just befriend it