(Emotional/metaphorical rather than literal)
I guard this child. My duty, as her imaginary guardian, is to annihilate all negative thoughts that attack the young one’s mind. So far, her first nine years have been easy to deal with.
However, today, I encountered a wild beast.
Wilder than a lion.
Harsher than a storm.
Stronger than a sword.
Self-hate.
She cried. Her tears splattered to her carpe...
The rotting, wooden walls stare at me, threateningly closing in. The box is my cage; my springs are my chains. I am suffocated by the looming imprisonment of the ceiling above me, only to be opened when an eager, childlike face appears above me. They watch me spin dizzyingly in circles, the metal structures instructing me into a forced performance of agony. My cries are of no use, when my body is ...
“It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down.”
My eyes fluttered open instantly to this familiar voice, and I instantly grinned at the upside down sight.
“Aha, my favourite friend!” I called out. “Here to save me, I assume?”
“No,” he responded bluntly. “I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Yet here you are… in front me.” I continued half teasingly. “C’mon, for old time’s sake. Please?”...
Growing up has always been a challenge. A conventional struggle we endure to build us for the adult world. As I sat on the bus ride back from my final school trip, I could feel all the emotions catching in my throat. I tried to swallow them, to suppress the tears developing. It was a happy day. I didn’t want to change that.
My group of friends and I sat together on the bus, laughing and showing ea...
We entered the room as allies,
Honest with each other,
And united by our foolishness.
The silent classroom, with
Fellow students waiting for
The distribution of test papers.
We swore, moments before,
That we had both failed
To study for the test.
A source of comfort
To my worried soul.
Yet as I scribbled down my
Hopeless answers,
I had a feeling in my
Mind, that my ally
Was lying.
The sound of the...
Loss:
The tunes of ABBA swirled my mind.
I could feel my hands begin to tremble, and my palms wiped nervous sweat against my sleeves, gripping the fabric.
The spotlight shined upon the three of us, standing on the stage. I couldn’t bring myself to look at my parents, somewhere in the crowd. Not that I could see them, anyways. The lights were too blinding to distinguish any face. I was half certain...
Unobtainable, independent
And carefree. He wanders
Across the school corridors,
With a gaze both aloof and
Drifting, behind
His intelligent eyes.
He’s a shining star
In our institution of
Colourless space.
He’s a lustrous metal
Whilst we are tarnished.
He’s the admired
Out of all of us, useless.
A knowingly exaggerated smile
And an evidently forced laugh.
Never a crack in his perfection,
He ne...
No cameras. No spotlight. No fame.
The absences that make me overjoyed.
Every time I step outside, I can still hear the camera shutters click, the reporters and so called “fans”.
But they’re not there.
There’s nobody waiting.
Nothing to see.
Only what once was.
There’s an indescribable liberty in this average way of living. A newfound freedom which I had desired for so long. For once, I am normal...
The agonising silence we hold
The quiet yet significant
clicks from the clock,
Our eyes fixated upon it,
Desperately calculating,
Waiting, stalling, hoping.
Such awkward desperation
Fills the room,
That not even
the most respectful of students
can help but steal a glance
towards the clock.
Waiting, stalling, hoping.
The room is quiet,
With the exception of the scribble
Of aimless writing,
An...
We stood in the kitchen. My daughter excitedly told me about her school day, which happened to be abnormally interesting, as she claimed every day to be. I watched her attentively, bracing myself for what I was to tell her.
I didn’t want to say it.
I had debated whether or not to tell my children since my hospital visit this morning.
Unbeknownst to them, I had spent my morning in those hospital wa...
