there was a time
in my life,
when my view was,
monochromaticaly blue.

the deepest darkest blue.
verging on, but not quite
black.

it was not a comforting
or calming shade.
in fact it was jagged glass
in my eyes.

it shred, rendered
my mind into shards of
bitter and hate,
it unraveled a deep, dark blue twine
and  wrapped it about my heart.
marking, marring
and restraining my hope of
remembering other shades
or hues.

i sat inside my deepest darkest blue,
with my confetti blue mind
and snippets of blue blue twine.

waiting for the deep dark
bluetide to rise and wash
away what little i had left...


instead you came,
with artists easel and brush
and painted my world
polychromatic.

with strokes of purple orange.
green, yellow and blue,
you gave me the colours to see,
deep, dark blue was only the
smallest part of my view.