In My Mind ~ Poetry

Blue

The colour blue has changed for me.
It used to mean
safety
when combined with red and white.
It used to mean
peace
when I stood,
   barefoot,
near the shores of the Coast.
It used to be
helpful
when differentiating shapes in the sky.

The colour blue has changed for me.

It turned into a monster
right before my eyes.

My safety took my
love - my sunshine -
           away.
My peace had almost
swallowed me
      whole.
My help turned my
shapes into
demons,
and they cried their
acid tears
on me.

The colour blue has changed for me.
It took my
elevations
and turned them into
anti-depressant pills;
painkillers;
numb-ers.

THE COLOUR BLUE HAS CHANGED FOR ME.

It turned the ocean into the
droplets falling from
my
emotionless dark brown eyes.

the colour blue has changed for me...

                    ~Annie