Serenity Poems Novels & Stories

Seven people and Idris walking into clean light carrying the specific weightlessness of people who have set something heavy down and have not yet picked up the next thing. That space between that brief, rare, honest pause between what was and what would be. Sera walked through it with her eyes open. Feeling everything. Letting none of it stop her. Just forward. Just herself. Completely. Finally. Irrevocably herself.

Noong bata ako ay nakita ako sa dalampasigan. May kwintas na nakasuot saakin at may pendant na singsing kung saan may nakauikit na pangalang Serene. Pero hindi ko iyon sinuot. How come my biological parents gave me a necklace and not a letter? Nakakatawa diba? But I really wished that it was a letter. A letter full of explanations why they left me. I don't want to grow full of questions but here I am compiling questions that I can't even ask.

Seren closed its eyes, and as it began to sing, a sense of tranquility settled over the clearing. The lullaby floated through the air, its melody intertwining with the rustling leaves and the gentle hum of nature. The pack members felt the weight of their worries and burdens lifted, replaced by a deep sense of calm and serenity. The enchanting notes wove through their beings, mending the cracks within their spirits and infusing them with a renewed vitality. Emily closed her eyes, tears of gratitude pooling at the corners. "Seren, your voice is like a balm to our souls. We have faced countless challenges, and this melody reminds us of the strength and beauty that lies within."

Equilibrium. Serenity, despite her name meaning the state of being calm and at peace, has never had a taste of being in the said state. Not once was she able to live without crippling anxiety. Vince’s presence? It does give her a sense of safety, but never peace. That’s contrary to the nature of their relationship. A sigh escaped from Serenity’s lips as she threw her shades at the pearly sands of the island her father had always loved. An extremely breathtaking view, with the lovely sands and the calm waves.

A low pull of air like a god remembering how to breathe. Mist bled from their cracks. A voice emerged. Not thunder. Not command. Just knowing. “You come not with chains.But with memory.Welcome, daughter of dust and flame.” And Seren, The girl who had never wanted the crown, Walked forward. And the world, behind her, Held its breath.

He squatted in front of her, elbows resting on his knees and his head tilted to the side. She stared at him for a few moments, before sighing. “I don’t want to belong to anyone.” He pursed his lips and turned his head to the side, looking at the station across the street. “How long do you think you can run for? How long before Iraziel comes again? Or another angel someone more powerful?” Serenity’s head sank to her chest, and she closed her eyes, tears threatening. “We’re not the enemy, Serenity.” “And I can’t be what you want me to be.”

“I wouldn’t mind having another one. You can be mine, and I can be yours.” Serenity’s hand shot up to cover her mouth, but the tears came anyway, slipping hot and fast down her cheeks. Her shoulders trembled as though the weight of everything she’d carried was suddenly too much. But these weren’t the tears of sorrow I’d seen in people who had lost too much. No. These tears were different. They were born of relief. Of joy. Of hope.

I reluctantly parted my lips and sang. "Standing by the riverside Breathing in the air Serenity I realize Is hidden everywhere So, I close my eyes As the water is drifting I try to memorize The beauty that I see This is what I long for A place to calm the fire raging in me This is what I've dreamed of This place where I belong is what I need All my trouble seems futile Nothing bothers me Here right by the riverside I'm free to be me Nothing can touch me now Not a whisper in my ears

Serenity chuckled, taking a step closer till she was standing in front of him and lifted her hand to cup his neck, “You’ll earn their respect in time, for now, all that matters is that they fear you.” The sweet hint of her cherry blossom perfume tickled his senses, even in the darkened room, Serenity was like a beacon of light guiding him. Her hazel orbs were like his very own abyss, a place he could lose himself and drown his anger and sorrow, the only place in the world he felt safe. “I don’t know if fear alone is enough. If they too decide to turn against us, there’s no way of us surviving this.” He voiced his fear, unable to hold back form the only person in the world he truly trusted.

Serena I sauntered almost aimlessly around the house, going nowhere but enjoying the feel of everywhere at the same time. With one hand placed protectively over my small baby bump, I stretched the other one out to caress a monochrome painting hanging up on the wall. The artwork depicted a serene but dark landscape, a withering tree at its center with gnarled branches stretched toward the sky, its dead leaves shimmering in coated black and silver. Surrounding the tree, rolling hills met a horizon of silver moonlight. It was sad and beautiful but looked out of place in the midst of nothing else but a vast, empty wall. And being drawn to the masterpiece, there was an instant connection.