And her colour was blue

Many shades of it surrounding her as she went on her way,
From icier tones that she felt deep in her bones
To the midnight beauty that pressed in her head
And told her that monsters lived not in her mind
But with and around her, surly,  unkind
The chill of the blue it was deep and lasting
From life she was hiding, fasting
She’d grown used to this state,  the stage of the cold
Where life looked in with no hand to hold
Until one day she decided she deserved to look up
To allow herself to drink from the golden cup
Full of sweet syrup and honey
Dew and raindrops, tasted so funny
But she liked it and thought why should I keep forgetting me,
Who I am?
What is so wrong with the shades that I am?
The colours in others may be in me.
And she stopped that thought for it was scary you see.
Till one day a glorious myriad of colour
Showered her world.
She decided that she could set herself free from the prison
Have colour, light (maybe), and choices other than blue
If she had the courage to walk away from you



Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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