For Ivy

I was angry, hurtting, crushed and I was so very blind,
couldn't find the solace that I know is in my heart and mind.
My wrathful nature wanted to find blame in something you had not done wrong,
I hurt myself deeper than what I ever meant to as it slipped from my tongue.

How could I, one person in this world that means something to you,
want to vent out my frustrations when I thought it was the right thing to do?
I was blinded by a dark and sinister force that I know all to well,
for when I wrote many things and said them too, he was dancing in Hell.

I am told that I need brokeness and God willing, I know I need it true,
so that I may come back happily and blessed when I see you.
A part of me still says for the poem I wrote to be seen by more eyes,
but I will not, nay, cannot because it'll do more harm, this I realize.

I do not know how often you smile or how you may certainly grin,
but I know I do I will do both when I see you again.
Reading of King David and of his works known as Psalms,
gave me hope while I read them, keeping me from harm.

The pain remains that it is likely this is another day that I will not see your face,
but I wish to remain steadfast, knowing that I will complete this race.
For there is no one as unique as you are, the friend who is so lively,
because there is none other like you in this world, my dear Ivy.