I come from a home of grey
But I journey to a place of black and white.
And amidst this black and white are colors
Vibrant and strong
Exploding from the very words they are composed of.
We live in both of these places—
Not more in one than the other,
But equally in each.
The journey does not end here though.
We first crossed the bridge from grey to black and white,
But there’s another bridge back to the land of grey.
Not the grey we first called home,
But a new grey place we have not seen before.
In fact, we are making this very journey in this moment
And this second bridge—
Between intention and interpretation
—Is hazardous;
Many of us die on it.
But those of us who cross it
Find another vibrantly colored grey place to call home.
But we never truly say goodbye to the black and white
Because while the first bridge is only crossed once,
The second bridge never really ends.
Painting: Free Spirit by Stacy Lamb, Class of 2015
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