In a world of color
There are some you just don’t see,
They don’t stand out around you
It’s inside we gleam.
Externally I’m just gray
A shade away from black,
Filled with love and pride
Gladly hidden in the back.
The ladder to hold you up
The umbrella in the storm,
The advocate in your corner
Always pushing for more.
Helping you find your voice
Supporting who you are,
Standing in the shadow
Yet never going far.
I’m the vast contrast
To showcase your vibrant hue,
I’ll help the world adjust to your light
But don’t let them dim you.
And if someday you find
Your color beginning to fade,
Stand next to me, your mother,
Because I’ll be the gray.
About the Creator
Lynnette
I'm just a mom trying to maintain her creativity.
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromma day ago in Fiction
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