Truth in Blue

I was born ready to escape my shoes, to disappear from closets, ceilings, and walls that enclose humans in rooms

A need to feel free within me, to get outside, to look up at Blue

I like best to wake early when a day is fresh in it’s brand new, peace lives at this time, enmeshed in twilight’s hue

Like sounds from a disturbed wind chime, it persuades me awake from quiet night by way of a love affair with Blue & the light

Both illuminate my mind, fill up my mood; overtaking shadows one by one in the bedroom,

Starts out slow, imposing a soft glow...So many other places I know she still has to go;

ushering more insight, she brings in colors of daylight while also reflecting all of mine along her way; exemplifies displaying them as our birthright

Purple are my feet and toes for the distances they go to make another soul feel

Safe

Seen

Loved

& Known

Pink is the awareness, the extra sense of emotions & another’s experiences I could always taste. Feeling out boundaries I need to embrace, knowing what belongs to me versus you; how to draw a line or when to turn pink, lavender by giving it up & over to Blue. She who helps me hold it, so I stay true on the follow through

Green stares back from my eyes....takes up my belly, my center; where my knowing comes from and grows is all green, my lifelong mentor

Opened myself to let it enter, Less yellow more Blue, I’ve earned this specific hue

I am Learning to show up, to see myself as a miraculous thing, through indigo’s overview I’ve realized what was always true:

None of us ever needed any specific voice to be able to “sing”

This breakthrough I remember

A practice to be still and surrender

Look up at the sky,

take a deep breath, put hands on your heart, be tender, cry

See how much room exists for all humans to be loved, to be able to take up space, bloom, & fly

Make a silent wish that they all survive through, to a new view with tolerance for ALL colors to thrive

Gold simmers in a pot at my heart, known best in pours of my written words, my art. I came here to drip them where life has cracks for a sort of kintsugi re-start

Searing electric oranges exist inside my mind, sparking a flame of an existence only I can live to define

Red is the color reflecting from my spine, impassioned conduit of synapses creating intricate lace that intertwine, running from body to brain to upper chroma, a hopeful link from me to the divine. This organ that assists in the perpetual chase of the space that delivers the voice that says to me to with grace,

“go ahead, write another line.”

Instructing me to leave my words written in the colors of sunrise, on omnipresent Blue; to realize my proud right to live and create in my shades of true

To say I was here

&

this is how I bend the light