The Shade Grey

I hated the shade grey.
For everybody who would hear this,
The thought sounded crazy.

But when time passed,
That's when things changed.

Every shadow, every tear,
every struggle, every fear—
it was there, the shade grey.

In the stage between the brightest
and the darkest,
it was there, the shade grey.

Times that felt like this were grey,
people who felt like this were grey.
Not too bright, not too dark,
but right in the middle—
it was there, the shade grey.

But all it meant to say was—
just existing is the cause.

To cease is to add sparkles,
for it won't die grey,
for it will die silver.

No matter how you exist,
all that matters is to live and
to feel the moment.

For even the shade grey,
when it learns to shine,
becomes silver.