the grey

there are days when the grey comes rolling in

like the fog, seeping through on a winter morning

bringing cold

bringing damp

dulling the light that used to shine

what is this grey? from whence does it come?

and more importantly, can I make it go?

the grey that replaces joy with dull

that steals motivation and momentum

that leaves discontent and sadness in its wake

is it real, this grey?

or is it a feeble excuse?

do I find the grey and lose the colour just because

that’s what I’m looking for?

i don’t like this grey

but it won’t go away.