Blooming Blue (and shed the dead tooth in Winter)

Blooming Blue (and Shed the Dead Tooth in Winter)

It was a nagging feeling

like the way someone’s absence could fill a room,

the same way one needs an abscessed tooth.

I thought I needed someone else, to chew through the depressions noose

but the truth is I may never shake that cerulean hue

and I can’t expect someone else to knock loose the blues

(that’s just not fair to me or you).

Instead, I had to use that dead tooth as proof

to get the other 31 chewin’ in tune.

The dead tooth departed with winter and whether or not

I was willing to wither was the only question left to discover.

I didn’t stir. You couldn’t hear a peep.

Not till the weather turned and roots didn’t feel so weak.

The icy blue of the season subsided as the answers rung clear,

Before the winter, I had always been here;

the snowfall has not defeated me yet,

Lest I forget

And I still bloom with spring the way my grandmother taught me,

Deadheading daisies and whispering softly

Songs of solace and “someday’s” and “who I ought to be.”

And I'll learn to fall in love with myself every day and the way I grow, eternally.

And so I

Curl Up

And Crawl In