To the person sitting in the dark

Red

Starts will always be as fragrant as luscious reds in the morning

Embracing anything with a new kind of glow that's blinding

Things that give happiness and joy a chance to linger

On a hundred unfamiliar faces everyday encountered

Turning the pieces forward is always a new discovery

While accepting consequences of right and wrong decisions is bravery

For struggles will always be a part of our pages

And the courage to pick up with the pace even though wounded

Is what makes us taste the ups and downs of an unsure journey

Skeptical of what'll happen attracted you to refuse to continue

Wanting to forget everything that made you start in the first place

With melancholic eyes, empty mind and a heavy heart

You were greeted with the exact same pair of unluckiness and confusion

A miracle or a disaster it maybe, this time you were surprisingly sure

With succulent cherries seemingly on the verge of ripeness speaking

Promising to never go back

P.B.