I once opened my veins,
To see what's inside,
Hoping to find blue and glory.
I begged and pleaded,
Prayed, my blood would prove me worthy.
But I didn't find that deep royal shade,
Only varicose and vermillion,
Red liquid tainted by shame.
The pain soon ensued — a tortuous grief,
Every part of my soul,
Twisting and writhing.
My skin boiled over my heart,
Darkened in its feverish ache.
I cried out for a transfusion,
I wanted to be put among the mighty few,
The Blue Bloods,
The Worthy.
But nothing ever came of my tears,
I searched my veins, over and over,
In hopes of finding that royal hue,
But never, did I, prevail.
After years of my own failure,
I learnt a lesson one can never lose.
You'll never find worth in your veins,
It's buried deep in your heart and soul,
And blue might be the colour of greatness,
But life is found in red,
And all it's glorious pains and shades.