I am no longer blue.
I have twisted and turned
and I have mixed and reshaped and now I am my own shade.
I can be cold and I can be warm, soft or harsh,
I have become my own painting brush.
I hold the calmness of the deep blue see and the rage of my boiling red blood.
I hold the nectar of the gods, the crystal sheen that runs though their arms.
I have become my own devastating god.
I am destruction through free self expression, I have broken the chains of my own oppression.
YOU ARE READING
The Adventures Of A Wondering Heart
PoesíaThis is a book containing the poems/things I write at 4am. This is my own form of therapy, my place for unfiltered self expression. And if for whatever reason someone reads it and enjoys it, it's my own way of saying that you're not alone. So enjoy.
