Into The Abstract

Irises Mean Hope

Dearest Darling,

You that feels miserable,

♡♡♡

I may not have any accreditation,

However what I say I believe to be true,

Don't lower yourself to be a dog,

For one who in your eyes seems to be nobility,

The sun to your dark sky,

Do not let yourself fall from your place,

Because even the darkest of nights,

Have the brightest stars,

Oh,

My dearest darling,

Do not cry in your corner of doubt,

Laugh with me,

As we walk through our garden of Iris flowers,

The stars of our dark world,

Shining on us,

On this moonless night,

Because after all,

No sun,

No moon,

New moon,

New beginnings,

My darling dear,

Let me dry those tears,

For everything will stray,

But only the important ones return,

My love I promise you,

That patience may not always be the answer,

But it surely does help in most cases.

Sometimes we must rush off to find the one we truly need,

The one that will make sure,

That we do not kneel down to them,

But instead stand beside one another,

For now though,

In this painful moment,

In this field of Irises shall we dance?

Waiting for our Irises,

To die; and our hope to run out,

Our nights may be moonless,

But the stars that died millennia ago,

We still see in our skies tonight do we not?

Therefore we should not lose hope.

We shall take action someday,

And those of us that belong in the sunlight,

Feeling that warmth on their skin,

Will find the sunniest spot,

And for those of us who are able to embrace,

This darkness we have found ourselves in,

We most certainly shall,

Find our own starlight and crickets to dance to.

So,

To answer your questions clearly,

"Will I be alone forever? Why do I always mess up?"

You won't be,

Not unless you want to,

And you will mess up,

Whether or not,

You mean to,

If you are young,

If you are old,

Mistakes will be made,

Some you can fix,

And others you will have to live with,

But it is always important to understand,

You are wonderful,

Smart in many ways,

Strong though you may not think so,

A survivor,

As you have lived long enough to at least read this yes?

And so, so, brave.

You are alive,

Breathing,

Heartbroken maybe,

But your lungs are still filling,

Your heart still beating,

Though I may not be able to physically dry your tears,

I so much as wish that I could,

So that I could hold you close and tell you it'll be fine,

Even though....

It may not be.

For this is one of my greatest sins...

I pretend that it will all be fine.

My scar of hypocrisy invades me.

I stand here alive,

No scars of true self infliction,

Dreaming of the day,

That my heart stops for a moment,

To relieve me of my pain,

If only for a few seconds,

Because in that moment I know,

That my theory will be correct,

I won't be alone forever,

And I will find that someone,

I won't hopelessly pine after someone who does not want me,

Or rather,

Only wants my affection and services,

I will make it to that day,

And you will make it to yours my dearest,

You will make it to the day,

That you find your own person(s) of happiness,

That soulful exchange of life.

And so with that I will take my leave darling,

For,

Even though I currently reside in the dark,

I still must rise early before the sun,

So that I may fix the mistakes of yesterday,

And make the new ones of today.

So stay strong,

My wonderful dear,

Yours truly,

♡♡♡

~I, who looks to the field of Irises in despair