to the lady in red

To the lady in red

Who stands alone

In the midst of dull hues:

You are of the other world.

You create vibrancy.

You are a different beauty.

Nothing can compare

To the colors of your soul.

To the lady in red

Who silently cries herself to sleep

In the middle of the night:

Strength adores you.

The papers you write on

Cannot even express

The goodness of your nature

And everything in between.

To the lady in red

Who feels

Misunderstood,

Lost,

Or broken:

You are heard.

You are seen and found.

You are healed

And you are perfect all around.

To the lady in red

Who reads this at random:

I thank you for all that you are.

xx

ireneskylarpaek