My blue is not your blue.
Your blue is the clear sky
Or the waves of the calming seas.
Your blue is someone's mesmerising eyes
Or perhaps the winter breeze.
My blue is my second skin
My work wear, my prickly scrubs.
My blue is on the desktop screens
At the doctors' & nurses' hubs.
My blue flows through my pens
And scribbles medicines on charts.
My blue is the gloves, the needles
The syringes and the plastic carts.

Your red is not my red.
Your red is a garden of roses in bloom
Or the carpet that your film stars walk.
Your red is the dress you wear
Or the lips that glow when you talk.
My red is blood that flows out
Through the arteries and the veins
Or the red lights, the alarms and bleeps
Of monitors or ambulance vans.
My red is the pricks and scars
The bruises and the bumps I get
As I try to save the breaths
Of strangers that I had never met.

Your white is not my white.
Your white is a wedding gown
Or the marvels of the snow.
Your white is a scoop of icecream
Or perhaps a diamond necklace's glow.
My white is the shroud I hate
Or 'propofol' that I love so much.
My white is the generic pill
Or the cotton swabs you seldom touch.

My yellow is not your yellow.
Your yellow is the sombre sun
Or the daffodils in your yard.
Your yellow is the summer drink
Or the minion on your lanyard.
My yellow is a sign
Of failing liver in your eye
Or your urine telling me
Your kidneys are about to die
My colors are not your colors
My rainbow is different too
So don't mind me saying it
My blue is not your blue.

-Anonymous