Polychromatic

My eyes learned to survive in gray.

Rain.

Fog.

Every day the same.

Wake up.

Work.

Eat.

Go home.

Clean.

Sleep.

Repeat.

Love?

Grayish.

Complicated.

Unseen.

Then you came.

And when you've lived so long in the gray,

gold feels overwhelming at first.

When fog is all you've ever known,

the sun doesn't feel warm right away.

You squint.

You hesitate.

You can barely see.

Not because the light is wrong,

but because darkness was familiar.

Because gray was all you knew.

Then something shifts.

Your eyes adjust.

Colors begin to return.

And after a while,

you stop wondering

if the light will leave.

You stop surviving in gray.

You become

polychromatic.