Denial

 

Silvery and shimmery,

Peeking through, 

When the sun shines through

No, it’s not a diamond.

Not a delightful sight,

Nor fishes compliments. 

Comes with sorrowful,

Tune of passing time. 

Scared to come out,

Obliged to anyways.

Web of emotions, 

Covering up the reality.

Born few months ago,

Here to stay, 

and turn the troop into one,

The land of grey and old.

In denial to accept the grey stand of hair, 

In denial to accept change and age, 

In denial to face reality, 

For I am living in a relativism. 

How do I not change even when the color of my hair is changing?