Grey
Stone walls closing in,
you only see a menace-
depression and gloom.
You don't see dawn skies,
new hope rising. Light not dark-
awaiting your embrace.
Watch a rainy sky,
study mockingbirds' feathers,
and admit it. You're calm.
Here, let yourself see.
Mix black and white on canvas.
There's joy, not despair.
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