Monochrome sunrise
Keep your promise to me,
Of another day of,
Grayscale beams of wary dreams.
Shining down upon me.

Are things as black and white as they seem?
They appear to be.
I’m too scared to see
Otherwise,
I may start to believe (otherwise).

Discomfort brings with it contentment or growth,
Depending.
Do I give up my powers as a visionary?
Prediction is simplified in absolutes.
Or let the light in, as they say.
Dismember the white light into an array,
(A ray will do)
To Illuminate the beams in between,
And allow myself to see,
The world in color again.