A Love Letter to My Muse:
Spoorthi Giridhar
Writing love letters has always been a task of joy and pleasure
And there have been lovers in the past who’d receive this written treasure
Some were tear-stained, some written with herculean restrain
But nonetheless, these letters of love had been written in a heartbeat
However it wasn’t easy writing to you, for I had to stand accountable for far too many of the wars I had plotted against you
All without a cause worth fighting for, and all that attacked you like a thunderstorm
But if there is one thing I’d like to leave you with, it is that I am grateful for your love
The love you showered me with when I pushed you away
The love you comforted me with when no one else would
The love you so selflessly gave to me, the love I took and never said thank you for
Your love healed the wounds that were self-inflicted, and bandaged the ones I chose to ignore
And all you were met with was anger, undirected and unjustified
Fiery flames of pain and heartbreak that decorated a double-edged sword
One that destroyed both of us simultaneously
But I believe it brought us closer,
Selves of our past and future intertwined to create the perfect present
An omnipresent being with strength and direction, fuelled by love and consideration
Now, writing to you is a task of leisure
The words that ink the paper no longer drip with venom
They are a beacon of support, that comfort and soothe
These are the letters I pick up on rainy days, when my heart is tired and my mind even more so
These are the letters that wrap a blanket of love around my trembling frame and remind me that everything will be okay
Reading love letters have always been a joy and pleasure,
Especially when I see that the author is me and no other.
-s.g