An ESL teacher who cannot settle anywhere, loves coffee too much yet drinks one cup a day, and struggles from her perfectionism.
As cloudy as a day could ever be,
On a crispy, cold winter day,
Across the Earth, near the Yellow Sea,
A young woman was waiting at the runway.
Between the busy rows she sat
with a backpack and a small suitcase,
A young man turned to her to chat,
For he was dazzled by her gleaming grace.
A small encounter was all it took
Yet much dedication on his part,
To thaw her benumbed ice-cold brooks,
Which time had frozen in her heart.
And an uninvited temperate breeze
Sprung through her icy streams,
Forcing spring in the midst of a winter freeze;
A dichotomy falling apart at the seams.
And everything that was once forgotten
Suddenly through the cracks it grew,
Brightening her life like a rose blossom,
For which the wait was long overdue.
He was not the knight in shining armour
But he was the "Bliss" of her existence
Though feisty and rowdy, he was much warmer
Than the sun, and closer to her in distance.
After that moment, the winter of her heart
Melted away with his love;
Molding together what was torn apart
From the harsh winds of life or a part thereof.
The beauty of spring is that it only comes
After darkness and bitter winds;
Serving as a reminder that life is but the sums
Of trials and beautiful hymns.
He whispered to her that "a red rose
Is only beautiful with her thorns;
So fear not what life may transpose
And for you I shall withstand its storms".
© 2021 WinterJay