Blue.

I know you.

Intimately.

Ours

Was my first

Long-term

Relationship.

With you,

I spent

Too many

Pacing late nights

and

Anxious, wee-hour mornings.

Blue.

Me and you

In the kitchen, stewing

On bent knees, pleading

On the interchange, scheming

Dreaming.

For years

You held court,

Torturously

Twisting the past,

Plaiting the present

and

Tainting my tomorrows.

Blue

I fought you.

With intellect, through sheer neglect

Using prayer and mantra

Swear and tantra

Battling long

And strong

Until finally, I knew

What to do

To vanquish you,

Blue.

~

It was so simple.

Add yellow.

Jangled.

Rankled.

Out of  sync.

Out of sorts.

Viewing the world

Through lenses of distortion;

Feeling feelings

One cannot explain.

Questioning thoughts, relationships, motives, decisions.

Is this what it’s like to be insane?

How to re-contain?

Maintain?

Stop the pain?

Again?