My life is blue; I am blue,
Not any specific shade,
I have been every kind,
All of me can be seen as blue.
The color of the sky on a sunny day,
Or on a dark night,
I am both somedays,
But I am always at least one.
Baby blue when I am with those I love,
When I overcome an obstacle,
Feeling my unborn baby move inside me,
I am blue.
Sapphire blue when I feel defeated,
When I grieve for my little brother,
Thinking about all the other things I stand to lose,
I am blue.
Blue can be messy; ink exploding from a pen,
Can also be used to write a beautiful love letter,
I am both messy and beautiful,
The color that is me, is blue.
About the Creator
Brooklynn Boone
Writing has always been something I’m good at without even trying. Someday I want to become a published author but for now I hope my writing can help me earn some money to help support my new coming family.
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