TREASURED KINGDOM TALE

A fortress carefully built around my willful youth,

of scattered petals and rocks I achingly picked along the coastal shores of serendipity.

The rising dawn dances in the sweeping mellow breeze,

as the frosted window paints the abyss between the numbing ventilation latched with agonizing stings and my dear means.

To be living or to live?

I prefer the latter, my hopes and joys I endure for, they matter.

Rolled in, the cherished feast,

that has been keeping my strength together.

Flowing symphonies trailed from pain,

echoing the persisting bittersweet grimace.

Teardrops that were once mountain dew,

and endurance now hugs me amazed.

A withstanding treatment, weathered by hope, sworn with determined might.

Hanging on to the gleaming sun beams,

their warmth hugs me in a compassionate embrace.

They soothe my weary figure and vow to bring me back to where I belong, in the essence of time, through love not war.

Grappling with the threads that bind the guiding fence,

The Treasured Kingdom I cherish stands.

Once more,

the light shimmers in the clear refreshing air as the wind plays its gentle tune.

In the garden, I relish in the accompaniment of my blooming flowers, watching their fruits gradually grow near the glistening cerulean sea.

All will be well, truly in good grace.

Aristelle Tan loves being with nature and is an art enthusiast. Her writings are inspired by the merry wonders of life which has been blessed to us.