Grey

They tell me to choose
Black or white.
Yes or no.
Right or wrong.
But I live in the grey.
Not dark,
Not light.
Just somewhere between.
Some days I am loud,
Other days, quiet.
Some days I am both.
It’s hard to say who I am
When I’m changing all the time.
They want certainty.
But I only have questions.
They want clear lines,
But I am the blur.
I am the pause
Before the words come.
Before the choice is made.
The space where nothing is known for sure.
Where anything can be.
I am not wrong,
Not right.
Just here,
In the middle,
I won't pick a side
Just to fit
Learning how to stand still
While everything moves around me.
I won't flatten myself for your comfort.
Because in the grey,
I find my truth.
Not perfect. Not clean. But real.
And I’m learning that’s enough.