some people tell me
that i view the world
only in black and white —
that the gray area
doesn’t exist in my mind;
i think they’re wrong —
i enjoy neutral tones
because they’re comfortable
but i watched the leaves
catch fire by autumn foliage
and saw how they weren’t afraid
of being bold and vibrant
and after they danced in the wind
they let go of all they once were
and i think it’s possible
that i could be more
than this complacency
and allow myself to bleed and bloom
and let go of all i once was too
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