I’ve never been very good with new people.
Maybe I’m too afraid of judgment.
Someone unfamiliar threatening to invade my mind
or assessing my every action. Uneasiness devours every inch of my anatomy.
Grey.
Ashen and neutral clouds replace color. So many shades of gray. All color is shattered like a stain glass window of feeling.
Sometimes the gray becomes so thick I can’t see straight. Anxiety runs high and I don’t know if the fog will ever die out.
Somewhere inside the bleakness, there is an abrupt shimmer. A glow.
It finds a gap in the gloom and immigrates.
I have no other verdict than to grant it entrance.
It isn’t afraid. It doesn’t care about judgment or being hurt.
The haze is cracked temporarily by one soft, subtle heart.
Now every shade,
shadow,
and beautiful detail is you.
Everything is still gray,
but it’s you.
At times it’s overlooked or failed,
but it’s light resonates somewhere deep-rooted.
The unique luminous force doesn’t bring colors bold or bright.
It brings a moment of promise.
I don’t need sunny colors or optimism or my headaches erased.
The gray has become livable.
You are so rare. So enchanted.
You replace no color within me. But you bring a blissful and understanding heart.
I can live without color.
As long as your golden heart remains.
