I have heard of many things
said about my King.
His older children have mixed fame:
Some cursed, some remembered in history.
I know many things about my King
Teachers, family, friends have told me of his joys-
Those resplendent glimpses of grins and laughter-
Of his rage
One that has appeared many a times for certain generations;
Of his mercy
That insanity. Even I know the risk of that trait in a royal.
But the recent elders of my time tell me that this is
The time we live in- the Era of Grace.
Their anger at us makes more sense now that I'm an adult.
Our disobedience, that ignorance, hurts Their Majesties needlessly.
No one gains.
So, yes, I have heard many tales about my King
But those foreign to our kingdom would have a hard time
Understanding our ways
Ethnocentric as they are.
I am proud of the crest I wear on my breast
As a royal child and as a woman.
I kneel willingly and comfortably in my royal dress
and courtesies
Because in those restraints I found freedom.
My spine never bent, mind you. And I smile.
Oh, I continue to smile in Their glory
And the only reason my head bows in Their glory is because I know where this heavy crown came from
With all its splendor and equal burden.
And aside from gratitude and adoration
Where is the room for cursed thoughts
Of my King Trinity?
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Solace (Poetry Book 3)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my third book of poetry after the first "Poems of the Atmos;" and second "Ambience". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was m...
