My Bittersweet Escape

Something for Language Arts class.

I lay down on my bed

and saw a beautiful dark sky.

I made a wonderful game

to leave all this behind.



No present existed,

just each of us, hand-in-hand.

The most incredible thing:

Sprinting across the sand.



What would it be like

to be free once again?





At night... I dreamed.

A wonderful escape.

Author's Note

A rather abrupt ending, but we were only allowed to have a certain number of lines.

We're doing a Holocaust unit in Language Arts, and we recently watched a movie called "One Survivor Remembers", about a woman named Gerda Weissmann who survived the Holocaust, but had nobody after it was over. We were assigned to do a blended poem, where you take one phrase that Gerda Weissmann said, and then write a phrase of your own, based on either:
-5 of your goals/dreams
-5 memories
-5 friends, or
-5 difficult times.


The poem starts with a phrase from Gerda, then me, and Gerda, etc. The bottom two lines are Gerda's, though.

Reviews

[Yue Zhang]

It's lovely ^^ Very sentimental.