The Robes of the Queen
a poem by Stefanie Vega
The robes of the Queen are not what they seem. They are bulky, and itchy and old. And the cumbersome weight of this burden is great and a task of this critical role. When you first take the robes they’re oppressive and cold and your shoulders may ache from their size. The hem is too long and feels awkward and wrong, and you doubt you are nobel OR wise. Yet the Robes of the Queen are just what they seem, as this duty is yours to uphold. So learn to embrace and accept them with grace and you’ll find they’re embroidered with gold.