Gray

She was gray.

Like the color of her dreams
as they floated
through her soul-
ash on a phantom wind.

She was gray.

Like the color of her heart
as she forgot
what it meant to be loved
and love in return.

She was gray.

Like the color of all that she knew,
and how little it mattered
to those that mattered
to her.

She was gray.

A color in between colors,
just like her.
Never quite black,
but never quite white.

She was gray.

And she hated it.
But she didn't know how
to be any other color-
gray was what everyone wanted her to be.

She was gray.

She could only hope,
one day,
someone would come along
and help her remember how to be a rainbow.