Neither black nor white
is my life
not even shades of gray
a blue hue maybe-
to represent my confusion
or to symbolize raindrops-
on a cloudy day.
Tears that fall onto
empty thoughts that are left
to my imagination-
I'm left wondering
if I can ever return
to the days I loved.
But as I ponder
my own thoughts
wonder to what
it could have been
and what my life
will be like.
I, myself, am
the raindrop,
the snowflake,
all differant,
each seperate.