Blue Words

Blue words cry, smearing bare paper walls. I am only this poem to share. Crimson lines ironed, too perfect, scratch romantic notions. Sorrows brew. Shush, listen to each whimper’s escape, ink hurled at pages not long ago blank. Bittersweet sobs thunder - cathartic storms impart a verse to bridge hearts over this deluge. Words enchant, coax from nostalgic dreams, over and between dusk and dawn’s enlightening. I awaken weightless adrift in lyrical seas. When night returns bruised, I lie with incarnate spirits, my midnight blue disguise. A smile from cobalt eyes speaks. Blues reach like friends to beseech my soul. While my pen glistens through tears, these starry hazels gaze as livid-blues turn cerulean. A poem breathes - loose layers, discernible beauty, strength, prayers answered. Wise, I purge my pain in letter’s curvaceous rise. I rest in hollow of spaces, stolen tranquility. For now, prisoners are released, but oh, how I know morning tightens fear's hold. When blues speak, I'll seek love, acceptance and find my pen. I’ll unlock my heart again. May my poem birthed remind in lonely hours of my power, my worth. May light fall upon God’s poema. Ink-stained, I am one woman heard, only blue words. (200 words) 5/31/15