* you are tinged with melancholy the day she is born , you mourn the loss of your parents because you think they will never love you the same again . but the moment her fragile little fingers wrap around yours you forget about the insecurities that plagued your four - year - old mind . she is all that matters , you are her big sister , you must be brave , you must keep her from harms treacherous grasp no matter the cost . so she becomes untouchable , no bully safe from your wrath , no length you will not go to ensure her happiness . iris , they name her ; after the greek goddess of rainbows , as the storms your mother and father have weathered are now behind them or so they thought . you are broken the day she disappears , your head hangs in devastation and the tears that stain your cheeks leave rain clouds green with envy . missing . like a puzzle without a piece you will never be whole again . you will ask yourself why but there will only be deafening silence in return . unfinished and forever changed by another’s fate , another you swore to protect . ❛ she’s dead . ❜ they say and it disgusts you how easily those words roll off their tongues . . . o , ye of little faith they’ve given up , accepted the unacceptable and surrendered their hopes up on a silver platter . don’t they know giving up is not an option ? you will search for answers ; sweet daisy , and you will make damn sure you leave no stone unturned in your search for the truth . and even when your heart aches with sadness and threatens to collapse under the weight of it all , even as they offer you handouts on street - corners of cynicism & defeat , they cannot deter you . no , you will not give up . because , persistent petal ; you made a promise you intend to keep !
