Blue or Gray

Stephanie Bennett-Henry – Colors of the sky

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

The Sky was always blue or gray, sun shining or storm brewing, never anything in between. At least not for me.

The birds were either singing or they weren’t.

I always did have trouble with the middle, I always did have trouble with the almost, the not yet, the half way, the not today. I only see the now or never, the all the way in or count me out. It feels like everything I’ve ever known roots itself on my shoulders like the whole universe waits there to grow and no matter how heavy it is, I’ll carry it forever. Because if I don’t carry it, that means it cannot ever touch me. I can’t see it or know it. I can’t feel it or hold it. I have to be blind to it. Maybe that’s a good thing. Because I can’t carry anymore. I have to be fight…

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