Go Away, Blue

This is a poem about having the power to suppress mental angst and sad feelings.

Blue,

The color of sadness, depression, loneliness,

A color that reaches up at your feet to pull you down as far as you can go

      

People say that we see colors,

But there’s no doubt that we can feel them too,

We can’t necessarily touch them,

But we still know what it’s like to feel their presence

 

When you’re feeling blue something seems to change,

Something about the way the air feels,

It’s a cooler, denser, heavier air,

Air that you may or may not get caught up in,

And with the heavy air comes this soft breeze,

But even though it’s soft, it can still whisk you away,

It can still make you shiver and send shudders down your spine,

But that’s only if you let it

 

You might be able to feel color,

But color can’t feel you,

It can’t control you unless you allow it to,

And you’re smart enough to prevent it from doing so,

 

And if, by chance, this pitiful blue finds a way to grasp you,

You can rest easy knowing you have the strength to fight against it,

And you will fight against it,

But if you feel trapped,

If you feel like the blue is closing up around you,

Just shut your eyes for a minute and take a deep breath,

Keep those eyes closed a bit longer,

Notice that the blue is gone,

Now black is the only thing that is in your way,

Black is the color of the void,

It will cause no harm,

So embrace it for as long as you’d like,

And in the very moment that you open your eyes back up,

Understand that there is more than just blue around you

 

Yeah, you can still see blue here and there,

Its presence is undeniable,

But there is so much more than just blue now,

You can see yellow, orange, red, purple, green,

This array of colors pushes the blue away and locks it up,

And even though blue is still there to some extent,

Understand that it will no longer harm you,

You are safe now,

So relax

 

Keep a note to self in the back of your mind,

One that reads, “Blue is no longer, blue cannot reach me, I’m too high for blue to pull me down”

And every time you think that blue might be coming again,

Untack that note from your mental bulletin board,

Read it once,

And I promise you,

 Blue will go away

Author's Note

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