My mind forever battles the right and wrongs,
the do's and dont's,
what is good and what is bad...
All more frequently I see it
isn't so much Black and White,
but shades of Gray.
What is old is slowly leaving,
situations, relationships, decisions.
Momentos meaningless to us,
left to find new meaning to another.
Porcelan, Cotton, Canvas...
Make way for the new,
situations, relationships, decisions.
Possessions without history,
starting the cycle we've been dealt,
gaining purpose each and every day.
Glass, Leather, Prints...
Precious and Fragile Things,
gifts not of my creation,
though I would be happy to have them.
Their Reason, equally important...
The essence of me
would be my gift.
Profession drives livelyhood,
Love anchors the heart...
Whether I choose black,
or whether I choose white...
All I see are shades of gray.
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