The life with Poem
When I was in junior high school in China, my dream for the future was become a poet.. I spent most of my time studying for the entrance examination for the secondary school. Although I had barely no time for writing poems, I tried as much as I could to squeeze out time from the endless homework and cram school to pursue my dream . At that time, poetry became the only way to release myself and express my feelings from the pressure of school:Poem seemed to be a illusory bird carry me out of the tribulations from school, which was a mountain suppress on my heart. Poem helped me to recognize how wonderful the life and nature was.
While I was writing a poem, I gathered inspiration from every blade of grass and trees; even a gentle breeze could affect my feeling; I usually endowed the wind with my emotions and let it gone with the wind. I also wrote about my life in school and lamented that my youth had wasted in studying for a test which decide my life.
Finally, I escaped from the cage which had a better name in China called school. I was lucky; luckier than my friends who were still in China studying for the most important exam which might change their life completely. Now, I have time. I have a heap of time which I can decide what to do. However, surprisingly, what I pick up is not poetry which support my life when I feel depress. I choose to spend time on video games and films. However, if you ask me what is my feeling after gaming for a whole day, my answer is nothing. It only makes me feel joy and happy for a short period of time; after that, what left for me is the inanity of wasting the time. Therefore, I know I need to do something to change my life. “What should I do for 30 days challenge? I asked myself. Suddenly, I remember the one which has been left in the corner of my mind--poetry. Now it is time for me to pick it up.
However, “It is the first step that costs troublesome”. I faced several problems in the first day. It is true that if you didn’t do something for a long time, you will gradually forget how to do it. When a breeze only reminded me about the warm feeling, what should I write about? Staring at the paper in front of me, my mind floated to thousands miles away. Words flashed though my mind; “stay, deny and pass to next one”.The title stopped me easily.
“Di~Di~Da~Da” It was 11:40 pm. The only change took place on the paper was the mark of eraser. It was dark outside, so I could not go out for inspiration, and I was about to falling asleep. Bending over the desk, all I thought about is sleeping, but I didn’t want to give up. “Sleep...Dark...” I murmured. Suddenly, like what happened in the comics, a light bomb was flashing above my head. “ Yes! I can write about darkness and how sleepy I feel!”
Here is what I got:
Hello Darkness
When the last wisp of light,
Dropping out of my sight.
I hear you whispered,
With the words of wisdom.
Telling me that is the time,
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