This is a poem that I wrote last June at a retreat in Crete (above). I discarded as throw-away writing. But now I have come to the point where it makes sense to me and I don’t think it’s throw-away at all.

I won’t be grey.

I will be pink,
and yellow, orange, gold –
all the colours of the rainbow.

I will fight and fight,
and I won’t be grey –
I will let my spirit grow.