The pale blue of daybreak
The first breath out of darkness
Swimming in its stillness
Swooning from its kiss
The blue blood that flows inside me
That I once thought was cursed
Drowning in depression
Breaking the surface I emerge
Blue like the ocean
A mysterious unknown
A wandering shadow
Always looking for a home
Bluebirds taking flight
To the cool breeze at my neck
Who knew there was such beauty
When I believed myself so wrecked
And yet it all flows from me
My art in every form
Into books onto pages
Getting me through every storm
Blue lightning crashes
Against darkened skies
All the pain seems far gone
The lonely distant cries
I speak in blue ink drawings
Little doodles here and there
To escape this world sometimes
When it becomes too hard to bear
Can art change the world
It certainly changed me
It gave me an escape
Taught me how to be free
Under pale blue lights in darkness
The ink it comes alive
I can feel it flowing through me
Helping me survive
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