Editor’s Note:

To cap off the end of our theme for February here is Black and Blue by Pasithea Chan

Who said only bruises

can turn black or blue?

Who said you can be

blue only on the inside?

Who said you can be

black only on the outside?

I’ve lived life through mirrors

of black and blue

while trying to be me.

I became black inside

and blue outside.

I’ve used time’s crayons

to color my broken self

beyond what people see

until I lost track of me.

With failure & hurt for companions

I put myself on a shelf

I thought suited me

until one day, I couldn’t see.

You see mirrors show errors

but souls have more than black & blue

for colors; if we learn to see

beyond what’s wrong with me.

I figured, there’s more than goodness

to a person; and loss is self

inflicted and so I will take care of me.

I don’t have to see so I can be, I’ll just be.

Author’s Notes:
Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you. Sometimes you need to be reminded you are more than what they say but most importantly more than what you think of yourself and that you can only see in the eyes of those who envy thee.

Catch more of Pasithea Chan with her previous posts here. You can also find her brand of poetry on Facebook.