By: Malvina Suli and Lina Giglio
Dedicated to Life
I look up at the TV.
People are dying.
They are losing someone.
Losing lives, losing hopes and dreams.
It's loss that kills you.
But how do you gain it back?
I wonder...
I look up at the sky.
It's empty.
I wonder if it has a loss.
I wonder if it has something to worry about.
I wonder if there is something that hurts them
The way things do to people, but nothing helps.
Still...I wonder.
I wonder...why?
How?
How do you gain it back again?
But I know.
You had it before because you never lost hope.
If you've already lost your hope,
How do you gain it back?
If you've already lost it,
You have to find it.
It's like when you can't find something,
And then it turns up when least expected.
To find it you have to go back into the past…
Back into a place that was always there,
But was never noticed.
But then I'm afraid I'll lose what I have left.
It's a sacrifice that millions have made,
Yet most of them have made it,
Because they found what they were looking for.
They dug deeper and deeper,
Until their efforts were noticed.
Still….I wonder.
I wonder…
But this time,
Everything has changed.
I wonder how I did it.
But I know…
Because I found what I was looking for.
The Piano KeysIn the midst of the horrid pitch-black nothingness, it was there, a small, yet strong light. The piano. No one was there. I stared at it. I continued to stare for a few moments. I looked around. No one. I tiptoed to the piano, the only light I had. I did not want to disturb the quiet. There was a piece of music on the piano. I sat down on the piano bench. Still quiet. I slowly laid my hands on the snow-white piano keys. I pressed down. I played and played. My light grew and grew until it burst through the room, summoning everything to come to life, to have the hope that I had, my small, yet strong, hopeful light. I could see the keys hitting the strings inside of the piano. The piano keys.
MeThe night sky was full of stars. My long hair flew behind me as I ran swiftly and quietly along the shore. The big blue waves rose high in the air, using all of their strength, then collapsed, losing all of their strength, and retreating. I felt good. I felt like I could do anything. I felt free. I walked toward the waves and let them fall onto me feet, and pull back. I was important. I walked to the soft, perfect sand and dropped into it. I closed my eyes.
MyselfChildren laughing, cameras clicking, waves crashing. There were outlines of little feet, big feet, even outlines of whole bodies along the shore. I lay on my towel, letting the sun caress me with it's bright rays. I sat up to put on a little sunscreen. I turned onto my stomach and closed my eyes. I listened to the sounds. They comforted me. To know that I wasn't alone. I turned over. I couldn't help but smile at the beautiful bright blue sky and the fat marshmallow clouds. I was calm. I was…myself.
Morning (Dedicated to Judy Garland)Creak, Creak, creak, went the rocking chair.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, went the mouse.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, went the bird.
It's morning haven't you heard?
