k u .co. mind our y think re #IFeelBetterWhen Feeling Blue I bend down, pick up the tiny gem. Reflecting the sea, polished by shells, I feel its smoothness against my hand. An animal’s eye, a mermaid’s jewel, fallen from a necklace of history, what story does it tell? Sunny day blue. It lifts my spirits, I’d dragged myself out, my will had fought back, it took everything to open that door; now the tiny piece of glass shines in my hand. I was angry, I was upset, now the tiny piece of glass shines in my hand. A treasure to treasure. The grey mist rises, the sandy footsteps walk out my despondency, in my palm the tiny bead shares its strength, the lid is lifting. Sue Melvin Poetry 72