Mercy over the Messy Chaos

Though not broken but bended in this chaotic misty veil, breeze-kissed in the summer of its harshness However, I swayed from the messy wind–rustled softly like leaves and fell upon the laps of mercy calmly Still looking innocent and safe in the chaos, but scarred with hard-life-learnt lessons whispering through my heart with essence and blessings In this messy chaos— I found mercy in its rich lessons, and I am waiting to rejoice the blessings it will brings in its essence.