The Blue Bold
THY BLUE
It must have been spring when the color first broke through,
a streak of blue across the gray,
bright and defiant,
a promise of life where there had been none.
It cut through the fog,
sharp as a blade,
and for the first time,
we saw the world in hues we had forgotten.
We stood beneath that sky,
faces turned upward,
and let the blue wash over us,
a boldness we hadn’t known we possessed.
It was the color of dreams,
of a future unbound,
a sky unclouded by doubt or fear.
The blue was not timid,
nor was it soft.
It demanded our attention,
called to us with a voice that echoed through the hills,
urging us to rise,
to cast off the chains that held us down,
to meet it with a courage we hadn’t yet discovered.
All the souls before us,
who walked this path with eyes cast down,
who lived in the shadows of a world without color,
they must have longed for this —
for the blue to break their monotony,
to awaken in them a fire that only the sky could spark.
And as the blue grew bolder,
it seeped into our veins,
turning our fears into action,
our doubts into belief.
We painted our lives with its brilliance,
each stroke a testament to the strength we found
in the vastness of that endless sky.
But the blue was not just bold,
it was relentless.
It pressed against us,
pushed us forward,
dared us to be more,
to reach higher,
to chase the dreams that once seemed out of reach.
We answered its call,
with hearts alight,
with souls unafraid.
For in the blue, we found our boldness,
our will to defy the gravity that tried to hold us down,
to soar where once we only crawled.
The world below may still be gray,
but above, the blue reigns,
a constant reminder
that we are more than the sum of our fears,
that within us lies a courage as vast as the sky,
as bold as the blue.
So let the blue be bold,
let it blaze across the heavens,
unfaltering, unyielding.
For it is the color of our becoming,
the shade of our strength,
the hue of our hope,
and we will rise to meet it,
with eyes wide open,
and hearts unafraid.
