Blue grew with the hope of the world
still laying in the small palms of her frail hands
Eyes full of trust,
and love
Full of admiration and
pure happiness
Those blue eyes were

Interlocking with the vine
that strung support into a quilt
So she loved deep
rooting fearlessly in the cruel world
that was slowly opening in front her blue eyes
Close them please.

Words of fear and hate
were placed on a silver platter before her
Choose they spat.

Anger boiled in the vine of support
Instinct carried the root
now full of thorns and slashes
to the front lines
For I weilded myself into a shield
to protect those blue eyes of mine ...

A knock at the door
informing the vine that one must sacrifice
to protect
Fatal flaws jumped to join
For I could not turn my back to watch
the sweet Blue
So the vines of support started
to snap
in the whisking winds

My knees became a magnet to the cold hard ground
Fear had already became embedded in the blood that coursed
through my body
But this fear was a new taste
Feeling vulnerable not for yourself
Vulnerability of not protecting the ones who are the last standing
keeping your heart afloat

The frail small hand came to be placed
softly on my shoulder
Suffusing me with the support I had been giving
Epiphany finally marked its territory
chasing dark doubts away
The soothing Blue that I had been trying so dearly
to protect its innocence
Became my support.

With my Blue close behind me
we are unstoppable
in this crushing spin of life.
No darkness will taint her blue eyes
I won’t let you pass
So try
Daringly try to come near my support
to come near my Blue
For I will always protect her
and she will always protect me
because
she is my blue eyes