On the Other Side of the Prism

I was once to blind to see the dark,
to knock down the wall that set apart.
But the time has come,
and now I see,
the light in which was meant to be.

The colors of life,
the vibrant feel,
the spectrum of all that seems so real.
The monochrome has moved away,
and the colors now come out to play.

The prism in which I've been cesed,
unlocks the door in which color frees.
The black and white which is now astray,
gives many colors to what once was gray

The colors now catch,and gray is no more,
except of the side,
on which I was before.

I was once to blind to see the dark,
to knock down the wall which set apart.
But the time had come,
and I made the call,
that gave me the strength to knock down the wall.