Home is where the blue lives

Home is where the blue lives

A Poem by the bitter taste of almost

I 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.

© 2023 the bitter taste of almost


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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

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the bitter taste of almost
the bitter taste of almost

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I 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..

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