Poem: Gray

Each morning where sleep fades into wake
More wisdom comes and sits by my side
Wishing I had only seen before
How wrong it is to prematurely separate
The gray into black and white
How much hurt it causes
How it pulls the good apart
And wrongly interprets it
And puts flaws on center stage
Forcing specks into mountains
Without enough time for foundation
Of unconditional acceptance and understanding
Things get thrown
And things will come back
Or so we said
And when the page turns
I'll say that I can understand...