rather than face
the comfort i know waits
in the familiar wall of color,
i study the white wall
that challenges me
not finding the anticipated emptiness,
i discover a way up
a grey so light
a white so bright
no end in sight
nearly lost in the whiteness
tempted by the dare
i almost miss the blackness
lying low against the white wall
weapons?
or protection?
or illusion?
no answers
only knowing
that’s me
covered in my blackness
deciding if I dare step into uncertainty
and climb
blindly, endlessly into the unknown
or turn to the color wall
where i will find welcome
and warmth
and the way home
Thank you. I passed on this photo, going with the text, as I couldn’t see anything. You saw it all and captured it in a gorgeous structured poem. Thank you.