An Overcast Life

I wish to see color again —

to hear the whispers of the wind. 

are rainbows real? 

if grey clouds know my name 

the sun says hello

but I am acquainted with shade. 

in this life I am Alice except I never catch the rabbit's name. 

what is swimming without drowning and sitting without sinking?

I am covered in dirt because I am always damp.

the dark doesn’t frighten me anymore — 

we’ve become friends. 

pink, purple, yellow, green —

I wish to see color again but grey is all I see.