Sitting with the blues
They’re so welcoming
Never minding other hues
They’re so tolerating

That’s why you’ll never know
When it creeps, so slow
Intertwining with your soul
Your innermost being must go
Making room for it to grow

As a parasite on a tree
The host will slowly see
Simply being
Simply sitting
With the blues
Could… would
Make them blue too

This blue, so innocent
This blue, so truly

Blue’s honesty
Of your troubles
Your problems
Your woes
So cumbersome
So much worrying to be done
And then some

What to do?
What options are there for you?
Sit tight, dear one
One infected with the blues