Shifting

Every afternoon I have guests dressed in a myriad of greys.

I listen to steel pillars speak of apathy and floating clouds of the silence of humility.

Every evening I’m kissed by a woman with a multitude of reds.

She caresses me with dense vermillion flames and vivid crimson streams.

Every night I’m visited by a kaleidoscope of blues.

In it are endless indigo oceans and turquoise insects of deception.

Every morning I’m accompanied by many hues of greens,

I smell ghastly verdant poisons and the fetid plague of decay.

Every year I see a bit of white light in a house of innocence, celebrated on Christmas days.

Yet every day, I’m bonded to a raven black chalk that eclipses joy with its endless abyssal ways.

A neon yellow shadow curses me with its plight of cowardice

A shifting shade of orange vitality shows me that creativity is bliss.

Yet, colors I overlooked as I walked with the abyss.

I saw joyful pink compassion with a mesmerizing elegance in amethyst.

A shine of silver intelligence that showed a heart of gold.

Colors and elements I didn’t identify as I overlooked them with trust in the only instinct I could mold.

I grew accustomed to obsidian, brass, and steel.

The elements you presented I see many mimic to near perfection.

I see your flaws in being who you are; that is undoubtedly real.

You are certainly human because you possess what I can’t steal.

A thief I am, as I overcame the environmental dangers of snakes, arachnids, roaches,

I battled with lions, apes, and hyenas and escaped.

I lived with demons and learned to live and fight another day.

Yet you, who also suffer, cling to your hopes and

makes visible to me what I believed to be elusive.

I won’t stick like you, although I now have a path to choose from this.

Whatever may happen between us, I’ll never forget.

The lessons you taught me in showing me hope through regret.