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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

no more writer's block

i had this language art's task for homework during the weekends and i just couldnt think of anything to write. lol. i did have an idea actually.. a cranky one of fitting my poem into the tune of a nursery song =D

i spent my entire weekend worrying.

then at around 8pm, when i had only 2 more hours before bedtime to complete the task. i was walking home from the bus stop when i saw this movie ad..

haha, then inspiration struck me and here is my poem!!


FREEDOM


The only way out is up, through the barbed wires or to heaven.


ouch.

pricky barbed wires, hurting
my already blistered and bleeding hands.
But,
pain is nothing

I clutch at the wires again, desperately
clinging on to nonexistent webs of hope.
Perhaps not.

Joy!
a tiny dent in the otherwise strong and oppressive wall.
A foothold.

So this is how my misery ends.

I climb higher
The barbed wire is no longer an issue now.

gleeful; wondering
what my new life would be like

I jump.

the ground rushes up
i would slam against it
any second now-

Impact.
Freedom.




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