Grey

I paint myself In shades of grey.

In between, Unsteady.

Unwilling to divide

My spirit into two.

For in this neutral territory

Dancing between the lines

I can hold both truths.

I can be all things.

When I stand in the extreme

Of black or white, this or that

I am pulled backwards,

towards the other.

Let us stand together in the grey

And find ourselves

A mixture of all things

And yet entirely our own.

We are nothing more and nothing less

than exactly ourselves.

So lets dance together in the grey

And shine in our beautiful truth.