Chapter 4

I remember March and April being the prelude to hectic school days and that would probably explain my absence from the cyber world. I like how I managed to rediscover traits of myself and just me in general. It was as if I thought I knew myself inside out but I didn't. :)

Being surrounded by a relatively new world, my anxiety for the SPM results was for me to bear alone but I wouldn't have had it any other way. If I were surrounded by so many teens having the same exam woes troubling their minds, I can't imagine how hard each day would go by. Hence, as you will see, I channelled a lot of my feelings into my writing.

And of course, who could forget my joy in dance.

March 15 2011, Thursday

SELF INVENTORY POEM

I am a dreamer,
I value humility,
I write stories of what I see,
I trust the Lord,
I honor one’s dignity,
I give voice to unborn infants,
I give voice to the voiceless,
I am a constant traveler,
I choose the paths I take,
I hold family close to my heart,
I am safe as long as I have faith,
I make things happen because I can.

March 22 2011, Tuesday

LANTERN POEM

Cold
Anxious
Heart beating
I heave a sigh
Why?

PALINDROME POEM





Feet bustling loudly
With slamming lockers
Noisy rumbustious kids
INSANE

March 23rd 2011, Wednesday

MINUTE POEM

The world around me closes in
My blood is thin
Do take pity
Reality

This is what I’ve been waiting for
Hoping to soar
Will I make it?
Will my dreams fit?

I peer for a split second – YES!
I’ve done my best
Good sleep tonight
Straight As – my fight

March 28th 2011, Monday

ITALIAN SONNET




Our eyes met, I stepped onto new land
Smiles and laughter were exchanged
Something happened, something changed
A feeling inside me – nothing I planned
Of love and happiness, if you can
Imagine ups and downs – a whole range
No words can express regardless how it’s arranged
My gratitude for lending me a hand
Playing with snow at the cabin
Eating pizza and Blizzard ice cream
Exchanging jokes that were plain silly
You have never failed to make me grin
To me, we have been more than just a team
Now I have amazing people to call my family

SHAKESPEARAN SONNET

Outside my window there is a tree
Of frail branches and pretty leaves
I count the days till I can see
When the grass is green and winter leaves
For at the doorstep my sweetheart returns
A chiseled figure and tired eyes
Fighting war, like fire it burns
The unheard voice of his loved one – she cries
When will I get to see you again?
To watch you sleep and see your smile
Peace seems impossible to attain
Can I make it if what’s left is a mile?
Go! Fight for the country, my dear
But know that waiting for you, I am always here

March 17th Thursday

NONET

From the frosted window I see white
Beautiful though lacking sunlight
Snow angels and pretty flakes
Mountains like chocolate cakes
Then Mister Sun smiles
“It’s been a while.”
Have no fear
Here’s Spring,
Dear

KYRIELLE

I hear the crowd calling my name
With grace and poise but not for fame
Beaming wide and all my hair done
The dancer’s race has just begun

At center stage this is my place
Nervous – does it show in my face?
I strike a pose, ready for some fun
The dancer’s race has just begun

With all my strength I twist and turn
The ribbon flies without concern
I leap like there’s no rain - just sun
The dancer’s race has just begun

I hear the crowd calling my name
The dancer’s race has just begun

May 3rd 2011, Tuesday

LOVE FOR ICE

Empty – that was how the ice rink looked a day ago but not anymore. She took a quick glimpse at the crowd and quickly looked away – the crowd was getting bigger and you could just feel the intensity building up. Behind the casual chatter and the booming voice of the announcer welcoming the spectators, there was that odd feeling in the air – as if everyone was holding their breath in anticipation for the games to begin.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 2010 Winter Olympics! Let the games begin!”

As the crowd went wild, a poised girl sits quietly at the sidelines lacing her skates for the umpteenth time. It killed the nerves, she thought. She circles the rink and gracefully does a triple Lutz before her skates strike the ice again. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her coach motioning her to come toward him. She didn’t even have to say a word. She had done this too many times that her coach’s eyes were what gave it away and she knew that…it was time.

Grabbing for her towel, she wiped her hands and patted her hair down. Dressed in a sparkly leotard and her hair pulled up in a bun, she gestured so gracefully with her hands to the judges, and then to the crowd as she skated into position. Under her breath, she utters a quick prayer. At that moment, there is no one else or nothing else that mattered. It is just her and the music and her love for it, really.

The music starts and she glides across the white floor unaware of the chanting crowd or the posters with her names on it. She pirouettes until the crowd becomes a blur, splits in the air as she catches her breath for a millisecond before landing on the ice floor and starting again. With every twirl of her arm and every flip she does, she paints the picture of her love for the sport. And to her, that is what truly matters.

And as the music ends, she flutters into an ending pose before the crowd’s jeers grow even louder than before. And as she makes her final exit, the wind whips her face and she realizes something – not the ice cold temperature she has already grown accustomed to, not the small bump she encountered seconds ago in her dance routine but the fact that she had made her dream come true. Finally, she has successfully skated in the 2010 Winter Olympics.