Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Blue

It wasn't out of the blue...

blue is soft and cool and calming

blue is a spring day on a picnic blanket in the park

blue is the feeling of flight and weightlessness with clouds

blue is the place deep inside your soul that is always comfortable

always welcoming

your favorite pair of PJ bottoms

This was not out of the blue at all...

this was harsh and cold

this was knives and pin needles

this was shock and scary thoughts of a life i didn't want

this was 'why are you doing this to me?'

what have i done wrong?

did i deserve this?

I feel sick

where are you going?

can you take me with you?

I need blue...

1 comment:

Mell S. said...

This poem is beautiful.