Elysium

For I have this very rational fear of the color blue. The most vivid, disturbing images of my life are forever entwined with the eerie glow of blue Christmas lights. These lights haunt my nightmares, their presence a relentless, surreal torment. Even now, the mere presence of blue lights suffocates me, triggering a frantic panic that threatens to consume me. It's as if I'm trespassing on forbidden territory, my soul recoiling in revulsion. Time, it seems, has not diminished the ferocity of my body's reaction; the memories, though faded, remain etched in my psyche like an indelible scar. I'm uncertain if I'll ever escape the shackles of this phobia, or if the color blue will forever be inextricably linked to the darkest recesses of my mind

Blue is the color of our tears,

Stained with our deepest fears.

But Elysium is green and gold,

Ever wonder why it's evergreen?

Because it's a world we have already seen,

A fleeting glimpse of childhood's dream.

In that lost world, grasses swayed above,

Tall sentinels that whispered secrets of love.

Green enveloped us, a soothing balm,

A sense of wonder that dispelled all alarm.

This earth may be blue, but Elysium's hue,

Remains green, a beacon calling me anew.

Yet, I'm lost in labyrinths of the mind,

Tortured by shadows that leave me blind.

In Avalon's mists, I search for a glimpse,

Of magic creatures that whisper secrets and hints.

To guide me through life's plodding, weary pace,

And reveal the mysteries of a restless heart's dark space.

For I've lost touch with joy, and happiness seems a distant past,

A fleeting dream that vanished, leaving only shadows that forever last.

Yet, I sense a hidden world, a paradise unseen,

A green oasis that beckons, a haven where love and peace are gleaned.

Perhaps, like Pi's infinite digits, we drift,

Lost in life's vast ocean, without anchor or rift.

We float, we search, we yearn for a shore,

A place to call home, where love and peace forever soar.

© 2024 Inaba Tarek