Dear you, 

Something that is not grey

Is black and white, of course. 

Like right and wrong

And bitter and sweet. 

A contradiction of "no other color,"

Could only be pain. 

Our friend and enemy:

A giver of warning,

Producer of strong discomfort. 

Allows misery to feel joy,

Potential to love and to hate. 

Like grey. Pain is not black and white

But a mixture of hurt and happiness. 

Yours Truly,

My Grey Life