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The Gray Heart
The world is gray. Cobblestones, People, Trees, Black are the shadows. Footsteps echo and ricochet off the street to be cast into my ears. The crowd part to let me through, The sunshine is a white ball in the sky, casting a cold, glow on everything I see; Color is not illuminated. Water splashing in soft sprinkles of sound caught my attention, and to my eyes, a young man is seated on the edge of the surrounding brick wall, parting the water with his hand, An expression of wonder on his face as he looks into my gray world. His eyes alight on mine, beckoning to come near. My step back made him spring forth from his perch and take my hand. His enthusiasm of color and of life was enjoyable. His humor matched my own, I enjoyed his companionship. His animations of life and color were not catching though, I still saw gray, my life still the same. "Give it more time, you will see." I began to disregard his instances that color will come to my life, His control was more adamant, I began to shy away. I am finished. My life filled with gray and black only. Sounds are my refuge of joy. The birds chirping, the mammals scurrying toward a warm home, My words to people with whom I speak, became my way of expression. He is hurt, for he could not make me see color. I could not change that for him. I am gone from him. Maybe he will see my world of gray now, Now he will understand my world, When I could never understand his.
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