Gre(a)y…
sits squarely in the *messy middle.
uncomfortable, yet content.
is content in the uncomfortable.
— neither light nor darkness.
accompanies the elephant in every room,
––––– hanging in the balance of awkward
––––– silences among black and white minds
––––– clamoring for the EXIT.
See, even the word itself can’t decide
How it wants to be spelled.
*That's what my therapist calls reality.
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