Neither white nor black is in my life,
not even shaes of grey.
A blue hue maybe to represent confusion
or symbolize raindrops on a cloudy day.
Tears fall onto empty thoughts.
I'm left wondering if I can ever return
to the days I loved.
But as I ponder what could ahve been.
What my life will be like
when I myself am a raindrop; a snowflake.
Each separate,
collapsing from a warm gentle place.
That I knew to a macrocosm full of mystery
And wonder of what's to come.
