Blue

It’s not easy being me never knowing when the sun will shine, I spend every day in winter instead of enjoying summer, spring or fall, it’s not easy walking around always feeling blue when I would clearly like to feel the colors of red, gold, yellow or green, the roads I my life have not all been paved smooth often times I’m passed by due to the uneasy way I rub against people, wallowing in my on mess until I finally come clean is really the way I learn best, it’s not easy never knowing what the face of love looks like because every time I stand in front of a mirror my eyes are always closed, blue is color that no one will ever forget ask anyone who use to know the old me they will speak boldly about the wrong I have done, however very few will speak of the good deeds I also have written, I am as blue as the ocean but twice as deep there are parts of my soul no one will ever see, you might ponder why I choose to use the cool blue to describe myself but not me, it seems to fit just fine plus the color eases my mind to tell the truth I wouldn’t have it any other way since being blue has really kept me safe.