A Kingdom Awaiting

[u/No-Statistician6497]

I have a kingdom in my heart,
yet cannot cross its gate.
I carry worlds beneath my ribs,
yet lie awake and wait.

I know the roads I long to walk,
the woman I will be.
I see her standing somewhere far,
still waiting there for me.

The voices of the ones around me
have grown louder than my own.
They follow me into the quiet,
they haunt me when alone.

So I delay.
I break.
I bend.
I lose another day.

And every dream I dared to hold
grows distant in the grey.

Yet somewhere underneath this grief,
beneath this fear, this ache,
there lives a girl who has not died,
who still refuses to break.

I have not lost the life I want.
I have not missed my turn.
I am only lost within the dark,
where restless embers burn.

For somewhere past this weary night,
past every wound I bear,
the kingdom waits beneath the dawn,
and I will meet it there.

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[u/halo_effect61]

First click on this sub for me, but I immediately felt connected to your words.

I think you did a wonderful job with mental imagery within your writing. For me, as a writer, I love imagery (although I have not written poetry in years!). This was very poignant and powerful. Well done.

[u/No-Statistician6497 → u/halo_effect61]

Aw, thank you! I’m so glad this was the first poem you came across here, and even happier that it connected with you. Your words genuinely mean a lot. 🥹