Gray

There are no shades of white and black, only gray. Though you may think they are balanced, they will never be; For even basking in the light, the dark is merely on its way. No matter how overpowering the sun is, the shadows will never go away. You were in the light for too long, you see; You were blinded by that warmth, to naive to understand. You were so happy that you could finally believe; Now you were too late. You didn't realize it would countermand. The lightest shade of gray was diminishing and quickly clouded over; Everything you fought for so meticulously completely fell apart, It seemed unfair, but it was inevitable. Life had lost its vigor, But that shard of light still remains, and the cycle will soon start over. -Rebecca V.