Gray

Gray

I have a blessed life, a successful career and family who loves me, too

And so you wonder why am I so Blue?

Blue, you ask? No, not quite

It’s a feeling of a different hue

Blue is temporary, it is simple

Your body does not break, it merely bends

After the immediate pain, your body learns, it mends

So no, I’m not blue, but quite rather a different hue

Dear concerned citizen, if you must know, I am feeling rather gray

Gray, unlike blue, cuts deep within

Reminding you of all the mistakes you have been

Equal parts white, equal parts black

A lingering feeling of sadness, a constant feeling of lack

Gray is not blue, it is quite a different hue

When gray inhabits my mind

I pray and I pray for a change in the tide

As the waves of anxiety crash into my chest

I close my eyes and repeat, “I am doing my best”

I’ve carried this gray, Oh, for so long

It plays on repeat like my favorite song

So dear concerned citizen, dare you still ask . . . why am I so blue?

Have you come to understand I’m feeling a different hue?

Now can you see that my gray is not so blue?