I am the blue rain
Hammering on my mind
Provoking me to beseech arid sanctuary
I am the blue sky
Blanketing my dearly beloved
Preserving him with my unbounded devotion
I am the blue ocean
Waving desperately at passers by
Longing for anyone to pay me attention
To regard my very existence
I am the bluejay
Soaring through the wind
Free, yet Alone
I am the blue Myosotis, the ‘forget me not flower’
Wishing I were momentous, unforgettable
I am the blue robins egg, tainted by human touch
Tossed onto the cold, cruel ground, rejected
I am the blue moon
Projecting desolation throughout the dark, dreary night
I am the blue tear
Which rolls down my solemn face
As my aching heart screams for love
Blue
The beautiful color of my uniqueness
It is me, I am it. We are...
Blue
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Lyn McClatchey
I am an American writer, born and raised in Illinois. Aside from writing, I enjoy crafting, reading, and spending time with my loving husband and two sons. I have taken creative writing courses and am a therapist for autistic children.
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