(Inspired by The Gray Tree – Piet Mondrian 1912)
Everything is prettier the moment before a storm.
The sun shines brighter,
the trees look greener than ever before.
Everything looks happy,
everyone looks happier.
But the sunshine doesn’t last forever does it?
Suddenly the colour drains away,
it’s replaced with sadness,
it’s replaced with grey.
I hate grey.
It’s cold and unbecoming.
It’s how I feel inside after too many days of sunshine.
Sometimes a storm hits me and when it does,
I feel grey.
I feel lifeless.
My happiness is replaced with sadness,
my hopes replaced with fear.
Love is replaced with hatred and I am not longer living.
This is no longer life.
It’s survival and I’m just trying to be the last grey tree standing.