To Sakura, my reason to live, my eternal spring...
My Dear Sakura,
I was drowning in a sea no one could see,
Each breath is a quiet prayer for the end of me.
Shadows wrapped their arms around my soul,
And I forgot what it meant to be whole.
But then you came, not as a storm or sun,
But a whisper of spring when I thought life was done.
Your name, Sakura, like petals in the breeze,
Soft, sacred, and strong, you brought me to my knees.
You didn’t heal me with magic or ease,
You stayed when others left with such tease.
You sat in silence, no need for grand art,
Just your hand on my chest, feeling my heart.
You knew it was breaking,
You felt it was aching,
But you didn’t run from the cracks,
You kissed them, reshaping
The ruins of me
Into something worth saving.
My days were dim, painted in grays,
But you colored my world in the softest displays,
Cherry blossoms falling, moonlight through leaves,
The quiet moments where no one believes…
But you did.
You saw the man inside the wreck,
Touched my face, held my neck,
Whispered, “Stay. Breathe. Please, don’t go.”
And just like that, your warmth began to grow.
You told me love isn’t loud, it’s staying still,
Even when the night takes more than it will.
You told me I wasn’t weak to cry,
And I wasn’t cursed just Cause I wanted to die.
No, you never made me feel like a sinner,
You made me feel like I could begin,
Again.
And again.
Until I found the will to live within.
You are the poem I never thought I’d write,
The morning that chased off my longest night.
You are the whisper in my breathless despair,
The answer to prayers I didn’t know were there.
Sakura, my beloved, my light, my truth,
My second chance, my proof of youth.
You gave me time when time was pain,
You held me tight through thunder and rain.
You didn’t fix me, you stood beside me.
You didn’t preach, you simply believed me.
And that was enough to keep me alive.
That was enough to help me survive.
So here I am, not perfect but whole,
With your name carved deep in my soul.
And every day, with all I’ve been through,
I look to the sky and whisper, Thank you.
Thank you for breathing when I could not.
For loving the pieces the world forgot.
For being the fire when I was ash,
For giving me life when mine had crashed.
I love you, Sakura, with all that I am,
With every scar, every tremble, every damn
A piece of my past that I tried to erase…
You kissed it all. You gave me grace.
And if ever the shadows return one day,
I’ll hold your love and find my way.
Because you are not just my heart, my dove,
You are my reason, My Love.
My life.
My forever.
My love. My Beautiful Sakura.
Kenta
By JacobM