Home is where the blue livesA Poem by the bitter taste of almostI can't go home. He says: "Why don't you just go home for the day?" but home is where the blue lives. As blue does, as the ocean may: it suffocates. Though as colors go, the blue changes shades on a whim. Just today, it decided it was starless as the dark. Black and blue suits me; I too seem fractured inside. Just today when I did everything right. I washed my sheets, spread them on the bed good enough for royalty herself. I dusted, I wiped, I bought healthy groceries. (Healthy enough for me). I even cleaned myself up. But home is not a lack of dust or a meal. Home is where the blue lives.
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Added on May 15, 2023 Last Updated on May 15, 2023 Tags: poetry, poem, grief, trauma, angst, sad, sadness, dark, pain, abuse, neglect, depression, depressed, dissociation, loneliness Authorthe bitter taste of almostAboutI was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..Writing
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