Blue Light #Poetry

Her waves rise & fall

like the ocean-

a dim blue light

glowing in the distance

and a violin is playing,

I can’t hear my own thoughts.

but I hear what she’s saying

This melody sounds

oddly familiar-

Because it sounds

like my own song,

Like an echo of laughter

the mood is lifted,

and the blue light is forgiven,

Like my past – like my present,

and yet these crests crash

into my mind again-

Her waves rise & fall

like the ocean,

Offering a greater understanding

of my own reflection,

Of false expectations –

Of how this pain I carry

is but a single drop in

this epiphany –

As a brand new notion

washes over me,

& her waves rise & fall

like the ocean.

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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