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Blue Had Me, But Art Healed Me
(P.A))
Blue had me drowning—
a silence too heavy,
a sorrow stitched into my bones.
But I learned to carve light from shadow,
to stitch wounds with words,
to pour my pain into ink and canvas
until it bloomed into medicine.
Now I wear my name like armor—
Bleuhatter,
because blue had me,
but herbs through art healed me.
