Day 17: “Know No Gray”

A penetrable soul is a blessing and a curse

When you’re prone to feeling deeply.

Emotions escape to either end of the spectrum

As though no space holds them apart.

By this manner I need only trifles

To steal the breath from my lungs.

I’m captured by fractions of details

That no one else perceives.

But if my mind falls prey to wonder —

If I peer one inch too closely —

The scale may tip in opposition

To my weak impressionable heart.

I’ll catch your slightest stutter and

Reason what words you held back.

I’ll watch your gaze drop and

Figure there’s somewhere better to look.

Some days I ask for the price of ignorance

But never can I afford it.

I’m flattened between black and white —

Two walls that will never touch.