Blue would be the color of the bruises that you can’t see
The pain, the hurt, the gaslighting that confuses me
Blue is the color of all of the tears
Of not being free from the fears
and even more wasted years
Blue is the color of the ice running thru my veins
As I begin to take my own reins
Blue is the color of the ocean waves pummeling in
As I build up the courage to become me again
Blue is the calm lake
That welcomes my escape
Blue is the sky so free
That helps me breathe
Like the sky, I am finally free
finally me
About the Creator
The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin3 days ago in Fiction
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