Overcast Inside

Grey is neither black nor white
But the subtle juxtaposition of both
When light is clouded over
An attempt made to hide
Yet light still shines through
     More powerful
     More beautiful
     More personal
Than the destructive
                 deceptive
                 seductive black

Grey is a place of swirling confusion
Where light and dark seem to meld
      Is light less bright
     Or dark less empty
     When viewed one over the other?
White light is the existence of all colors
While black is merely their absence

Grey is a mist
              an illusion
              a memory
Both distant and pervasive
A comforting discomfort
To rest but find no refreshment
To be lost in a place that looks like home
To forget yet ever remember
A rumor of something that never quite was

©2017 by Amy Hutchisson