A Heart of Grey

How to blend into the background,

Even-keeled, even-tempered.

A voice

Not of conflict but of collaboration.

To build up those surrounding,

Without recognition.

Grey.

Neutral, not talented, not gifted,

Some can do anything, missing the mark to become extraordinary.

Always ordinary, is grey.

A curse

To maintain the mundane,

To exist without extremes,

To profess without passion,

Grey is the inevitable middle ground of the unassuming.

And yet

At the core, the heart of grey

Two colours, contrasting, opposing.

Side by side they draw the eye, unique and beautiful.

Together, melded, is their individual shine squandered?

Consider foils, blue and orange.

Does grey lose the sweet sapphire coolness,

Or the fiery hot intensity,

Of its intrinsic components?

Muted, not lost,

Duality, not neutrality,

Softened, not diminished,

Grey is a totality of adversities, welded to become one.

It is not wise to discount the contribution of grey.