the blues (poem)
This week has been a roller coaster, highs and lows… but pervasive lows. I’m hanging in there, because I am aware that the blues can be a bit of an illusion and my goal is to seek out some new colors. I wrote a spontaneous little poem to capture what I am feeling to document this depressive episode.
by Alise Leslie
sometimes the blues are nuanced
turquoise, navy, a splash of periwinkle
but usually they are not even what they appear
and really are purples, pinks, vibrant reds
that your mind just can’t see.
colorblind emotions blocking perspective
the curse of being introspective.
so intensely focused on the turmoil inside
that you miss the spectrum of all that is trying to get your attention.
if only you could get past the blue raindrops flooding your brain
to dry land of sanity
and just maybe…
you could finally get to a rainbow.