Frequently when I think of Thoughts, I think of blue.
One deeply caring sapphire eye, looking down on us
Watching this complex universe in a midnight blue sky.
A galactic intermingling of divergent heavenly bodies
Swirling around, setting no pace. Intermittent firings
Of words. Words that expose a myriad of emotions.
Themes that come in colors like yellow and red, but often,
And mostly blue. Pain and suffering, addictions and illness,
Love that hurts and love that dies. These storytellers of the blues
Are men and women, though sometimes children, who wear it well.
Their words bleed indigo. I feel a tear fall in a trail down my cheek.
Sitting here, reading their afflictions, bathed in a pale blue monitor glow.
They have sent me a tormented cosmic message that reaches my soul
And from out of the blue, my mood woefully descends into the blue.
*There are many bloggers who come here to pour their hearts out over personal tragedy and despair. Sometimes they post once, sometimes they post many times a day. Their voices are heard, yet we often don't know how to console them or we're inadequate with words to soothe or help them. I want them to know that they have a voice here and someone hears them.
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