Untitled by Grace

I’ve been bitten,
I’m afraid,
by a mundane shade of gray.

Where the areas of the spectrum
merge into a clouded collection;

it’s a jumble that I stumble through,
yet you still expect me to choose.

I cannot,
I’m afraid,
pick right now,
nor the next day.

I must calculate the damage,
I must review all things conceived,
I must carefully examine.

Don’t push me, or I’ll fall.
Don’t expect me to make the call.

One side of me is worry
The other is carefree.

Both confine me.

I don’t want either to define me.

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Posted on December 18, 2016, in Student Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. You’re so talented! Awesome piece!

  2. I agree with Samantha. This is awesome 🙂

  3. Grace, this is great!

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