The Perfection of Purple

Do you see me?

I probably look normal to you.

Gazing into my piercing blue eyes; are you, like so many questioning if I’m making it all up?

When I say that blueberries are safe, but blue laundry detergent isn’t.

Blue, the steady beat of blood flowing through my veins.

Will the next trigger, the next scent, the next new medicine, the next stressor be the one to turn my veins and body to a permanent state of blue?

Red. The Ambulance lights. The red rash on my chest and face.

Red the fire that is in me. Burning as my throat closes.

The fire that flows through me as I walk out of a room, due to a strong perfume.

The fire that flows through me and gives me the strength to question doctors that don’t know how to treat my condition.

The fire within me, causing me to wake up everyday, knowing a new trigger is waiting to pounce like a lion.

Blue and red.

Stable and fire.

The perfect mix to create purple.

Loyalty, Independence and Pride.