Longing for Blue to Be Beautiful
I had to leave you to find the truth

For the sky to be blue I had to see through your ways of twisting what I knew was true
I struggled though, with your circular logic of deafening judgments shouting, “You’re stupid! The grass isn’t green!”
And I started to believe you more than me until I could no longer see my eyes were black and blue
Blue as in how the Blues are deeply sung my soul at 21 her glass slippers crushed easily.
How could love be so brutal? So, I left you with one blue suitcase shaking, I locked my heart
I was too young escaping from harsh to harsher only longing for blue to be beautiful
I’m really surprised where this poem led me. I had no intention of traveling down a 30+ year ago memory. I was actually 22 in my first marriage. I left him within 2.5 years. He was violent. End of story. And I do know blue can be beautiful. It is my favorite color.
Special thank you to Aimée Gramblin for the writing prompt, blue. Here’s her poem and writing prompt, acceptance given to her by Lucy (the egg girl). The Never-ending Poems were initiated by Martin Rushton. My thanks, extends to each of you.
Carolyn Riker is a writer, social activist, licensed psychotherapist, a lover of learning & words. Her books are available on Amazon.






