Blue
the eyes that came from my father
my lips when I came from the womb of my mother
Blue
flashed with red as the sirens went off
the pressed uniforms of the medics
is how my parents found me in my crib
the color of the bag valve mask giving me breaths
Blue
are the non slip socks I’ve accumulated
is the sterile field of the operating room
was the first screwdriver that pulled my bone from itself
were the bruises from my last surgery
Blue
my emotions are sometimes
suicide attempts
overwhelmingly present in my thoughts
Blue
are the antidepressants I consume every morning
filling my cup with water
a routine
Blue
is the sky when I wake
Blue
is my will to live
About the Creator
Laney Swartz
Hey guys! I am a 21 year old writer that has a rare genetic disability. I love reading, writing, making tiktoks, and playing with my dog Sparky. I collect crystals and tarot cards. I'm also in college to be a surgical tech! I hope you enjoy
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