Blue

I woke up blue.

Even through my confused mind

And tired eyes, I could feel it.

I could feel the blue.

And it was all over.

It wasn’t coming from my core,

but it was slowly seeping from my soul.

My thoughts swimming in an ocean of it.

I rolled over in my bed,

and the blue clung to me.

Wrapped my heart like a childhood blanket.

Even my aura was stained with it.

I climbed out of bed and looked in the mirror to be sure,

to confirm what I already knew.

To see what I didn’t believe.

And it all gave me pause.

Every breath I took was saturated in the open hue.

Every movement was coated in the deep shade.

Even when I stretched my tired bones,

it slithered through my body, my blood.

The blue walked as I did,

not behind me, but with me.

Its footsteps in mine.

It’s strides helping me keep time.

It led me.

I didn’t know where we would go,

but I was not afraid.

In fact, it made me smile like nothing ever has.

Because when I woke up, I felt blue.

But not blue like I was sad.

But blue like rain, like a giant wave.

I felt blue, like a mighty hurricane.