Fear in all its desolate ebony
Anger blazened by stark whiteness
Immobilize me, keep me
Casted in this weighted shield of
A bronze tomb

Undischarged terror and ire
wield my disguise, 'til non-porous
I can no longer see and breathe
I can no longer even dream
of the Gray Zone

Only the freedom which the tools
of self-impetus and self-responsibility render
will crack my hardened metal encasement
will release me to living. Not by blame,
nor accident but by choice.

Decisions, commitment, life
not actions relegated to poles of black and white
but colored by the gray of hurts, hopes, love, and feeling.
I'm searching for my gray zone.