Indigo Nights
A poem written by poet, Allison Muncy
It was almost 9 pm
By then, I had been gone for over an hour
I was not okay
The sun had already set but the sky was indigo blue and wasn’t quite pitch black yet
I remember walking down the sidewalk and saw my house
I went up the porch and reached the door and grasped onto the handle but hesitated
I couldn’t go inside
I wasn’t ready to face confinement in my own home
I was still filled with this gray smoke
My stomach was still knotted and I was breathing so hard my throat was dry
My mouth was drier
It felt as if the air had become water
My nails were freshly painted a bright yellow
Ironic
I let go of the handle, stepped away from the door, walked down the porch and went back onto the sidewalk
Down to where the sidewalk splits into two small hills with the huge patch of grass in the middle of them
Jon Bellion was still playing into my headphones
I stood there and could see the open sky through the trees
I sat down right in the middle of the sidewalk, where it splits
And I just stared at the beautiful blue indigo sky
I thought and listened to the music and breathed
I felt a tiny part of the gray feeling being replaced by yellow
I thought I could bring you here someday
Experience this beauty with me
But I knew I couldn’t stay there all night
It was getting darker by the minute
I stood, exhaled and walked home
My hands were still shaking
And this time, when I reached the door, I walked inside.