I like Deep Greens and Dark Blues;
Blood Reds, and them Ugly Yellows.
I like life past the edge of safety, where blood sings and thunder roars.
Where the mighty men dance, and the blues queens sing.
I like life this way.
Mama says scars are pretty, they remind us of the places we’ve been.
Ain’t nothing wrong with the deep blues of life, there is where you find your heart.
This poem was written two years ago. I may still battle with my depression but I have grown tremendously. May you grow and receive all the universe has to give you as I have.
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