Black and White

Alone, she reflects on several conversations
she’s had with someone she use to consider a friend
She finds it weird that a person of her age
only sees situations in a context of black and white and
really believes she is the only one who could ever be right
Is it just her, or should people realize every situation also
contains many shades of gray?

As she continues her contemplation she
finds herself wondering if God will ever grant this friend
the wisdom to ask, Is it more important for me to be right or
more important to be happy?
That’s a question she can’t answer  
rather you must answer it for yourself  

This poet believes it is this black and white thinking that
causes so much struggle between this so called friend and her loved ones
Life is too short, stop all the drama
In the end God doesn’t ask
how many times you were right but
He may ask if you were happy
What is your response going to be?