I am a Blue (series)

I Am Strong Enough to Wear a White Bandage || I am a Blue

I sit comfortably on a couch, my heart rate slowing, my mind calm.
An evaporating mug rests on the wooden coffee table, and the sweet, creamy aroma of a vanilla latte topped with whipped cream and caramel drizzle fills the air.

I glance out the window, watching the rain trickle down the glass. The pitter-patter reminds me of what holds my body and soul together. The rain dampens my mood, and sprawling cloud formations hint at the silver lining ahead.

A bandage wraps around my heart; my traumatic past is imprinted on my mind. I am more than I appear, seeing the stark black-and-white silence of those who view me differently. If I gain a new friend, their colors will show, but I know no humanity. Everyone is uncertain but faces dilemmas of compassion in how they treat me. Nothing new is about me.

I am Blue

I am frightened of how I am uncertain about the people who mistreat me and how my mind or heart influences the choices I make. I have options with my generosity trap prices in these situations.

As I grew up, I became more intense, sometimes making unwise choices, jumping to conclusions, and reaching for outcomes shaped by my own decisions. This inclination may obscure my judgment, but I believe in God's plan.

Ongoing thoughts can lead to overanalysis. Yet, my resilience deepens despite trauma; wisdom evolves as my heart bears scars shaped by who I am, revealing the beauty within each mark.

My heart remains wrapped in white with a caution born from trauma,
yet I strive to stay resilient. Strength grows from harrowing experiences. 
Many anger me—two-faced, with gloomy emotions and words sharp as poison ivy that scar my soul, haunting me like a headache laced with hallucinations. Reminders of a past I still carry in my heart, love with many beautiful memories I've left behind with a quiet "thank you, next." Yet, I endure, rooted and firmly planted, firm.

I am Blue

I endure with my heart wrapped in white, persisting with positive energy. Crabs try to create shade, throw, and pull me down as these problematic scenarios attempt to destroy my soul. I still stand by rising, showing kindness to them even though they continue to pick on me. My grace is still a gentle resistance despite the pain in my soul growing firm like a dragonfly emerging from its larva.

The universe leaves no stone unturned that
I hold no self-hatred for who I am or how I treat others. I embrace myself so much.
The universe honors my deeds, my goodness.

One day, fate will bring good news,
rewarding the kindness I've cultivated in my endless blossoming,
even as arrows strike. I keep moving forward, resilient, and prosperous despite suffering in silence.
The universe will be proud of me.

I am Blue