Thoughts of Blue
So I lay awake with thoughts of blue, thoughts of you.
Are you proud? Am I truly safe and sound?
Or shall I awaken one morning,
With my mind ablaze and yours afraid?
Is it too soon to say, "I'm okay?"
Or should we, for a bit, just wait and see?
Could the future be bright? Or will it hold greater trials?
Will I slip and fall again upon those hospital tiles?
Will you still hold me like I'm still your child?'
Of course you would - but, you wont need to.
For I feel I'm just fine.
I think I'm getting better all the time.