It was a rabbit hole. Yes, it may seem,
I'm Alice who is confused if it's a dream;
A mad hatter who loves to craft,
The best of the bests that made people laugh.
I may also be the White Queen,
Who tries to be really serene;
Sometimes, I could be the Red Queen,
Who feels hate over love will always win.
But life they say is like playing cards,
We'll do anything even disregard;
We will keep protecting the Queen,
Sacrificing all the other pieces, I ween.
Now, I'm certain that it's a rabbit hole,
I gotta fulfill the prophecy they stole;
I'm sure that Jabberwockey will be free,
If we wake up from this nightmare, shall we?
(This is a poem made out of misery. There are just some times that no matter how hard you try to make things better, rules will restrict you. We had been challenged during English Week. Nevertheless, I am still proud of my Grade 9 students, especially my Strength who won the Decor-a-Door Contest which they themed 'Wonderland', the original title of this poem.)
February 7, 2019
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A Profound Catharsis
PoetryI am going through such an emotional stress. No professionals involved yet, so I wouldn't know the severity of my mental state. Instead of slashing my own wrist or hanging myself in the ceiling, I decided to write poems. I have also started studyin...
