I am Blue

I am dewdrops of melancholy that mist in tear ducts, rivers trailing down cheekbones and into the valley of a frown. Writhing rivulets of tepid sorrow carve their way through the soil of my soul, breaking through the bank in a violent burst.

Hidden in clouds, bathed in mist, I am the terrible beauty of a storm and the unexpected relief when it breaks; when angered, I will cry floods, and when enraged, I will bring drought. I can not be appeased.

I am beginnings and ends; look up to my horizons, look down to my swirling seas, and in them find your question.

I will give you my answer, whether you like it or not.