Songs of The Abyss

Osiria

I found her in the middle of a field.

A single ray of sun pierced through the blackened heavens.

I approached this interesting, timid little bud.

Faintly I could hear her calling, a cry for help, a shriek of joy.

I touched her delicate petals.

Immediately she opened up.

The moment I saw her beautifully colored petals of red and white, my world was forever changed.

Everything started to make sense in life.

Why we dream, why we long, yearn, and desire. Why do we often think of ourselves as unworthy of being loved?

In her eyes, I found the answer to so many queries.

I am yet to learn more.

Cristal clear black eyes with shimmers of gold parading across her iris.

Soft hands, which create and caress, are never used for destruction or harm.

A beautiful mind that becomes lost in her wild dreams of love and fulfillment.

A heart of gold that, though it was scarred and wrinkled, never fears to love.

She is perfect in her own way.

This rose I found taught me what it is to live life without fears or regrets.

She taught me that sometimes we are wrong about certain things and we must accept them.

The rose often told me what I needed to hear rather than what I wanted to hear.

I have snapped back to reality so many times at the touch of her hands on mine.

And every time she offers a smile.

Having a rose like her in my life has been more than a privilege.

Despite my errors, the rose always smiled at me. Even as she corrected me, she did it out of a place of love.

I learned much about myself with her.

In a world of masks and armor, she made me shed mine.

She made me realize that if I am to morph, then let it be for myself and not somebody else.

My rose said I was more than just enough.