Red to Blue and Back Again
Sometimes your mind can be your worst enemy.
She thought it was just a hint of depression,
the way sadness crept upon her like a spider
waiting to weave a web to entangle and entrap—
but then her mood became like a pendulum
swinging back and forth and back again
till it was a wonder how she could laugh and cry
all at once, the salty tears saturating her open mouth.
Happiness became a fleeting thing, like a stranger
waving hello before hurrying to disappear from view.
And her frustration with herself grew until she saw
red everywhere, permeating and blurring all the lines.
Only when she took a few deep breaths or hummed a tune
did the bliss of blue wash over her, like a wave meeting shore.
That was how life began to go—red to blue, blue to red—
until her mind could not take the shifts anymore.
Her vibrant reds crashed against the calming blues,
the colors bleeding as if it were a kind of war zone,
but she was the only combatant in this one-way battle.
Anyone might have plummeted from such a struggle—
some days she didn't even think she would make it—
yet she came out the other end, her clothes splattered
with the wreckage of the red-blue-red-blue tussle,
and it was finally time to say, clearly, "I need help."
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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