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Sitting in the dark, dark corner of my room.
I am alone, crying my silent tears of sadness and loneliness.
When could I be whole again and smile brightly like the rays of morning sunshine?
I want to roar like the wind, loud and free!
Emotions trapped within me, I must let them out before I burst to orange flames.
Roar like the wind, so the world could see my existence.
I am worthy to be happy!
By Jazzmin S. Lu
Scenario # 3:
Sharing a homemade dinner prepared by me and my mother was my favorite childhood past time. I would get so immersed in the stories my mother would share, as a fisherman’s daughter. I remembered picking out the backbone of a steam fish with ginger scallion and soy sauce.
Mother: “Aiyah, my daughter! No, no. You don’t flip the fish over!”
Daughter: “Why? I need to flip to get the meat from the other side.”
Mother: “Bad luck, my daughter. That is the same as our fishing boat flip over and we drown.”
Daughter: “It’s only a fish, mama. We live on land now.”
Mother: “Just listen and remember, okay?”
Moral lesson: Being a fisherman’s daughter, according to my mother was not easy. Superstitions and traditions run deep in her upbringing as a child. She always wish blessings come to her family.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
A tender and lightly stroke of the paintbrush; I paint my world with hues of blue and white.
It resembles the blue skies, that I desire to see every morning that graces me with hope and positivity.
Another heavy blotch of paint; I paint my world with hues of yellow and orange.
It resembles the sunrise and sunset that splashes over the great horizon.
I paint my world as I wish it to be.
Inside my brain, I keep my palette of paints sacred from all.
I am my own painter and creator of my own destiny.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
Waking up in the morning, with a peek of early sunrise that makes my eyes squint.
I hear the birds chirping, voicing their beautiful songs amongst the treetops.
With a fresh aromatic cup of coffee in hand, I walked to the deck of my house to slowly welcome a new day, a new beginning.
The sunrise cast sprinkles of glitter on the water reflection of the lake.
A top the high mountains from a distance, there is a shadow to be seen, but I still embrace it.
This is my sanctuary, a place where I find peace from the hustle and bustle of city .
By Jazzmin S. Lu
Round and round, a spinning whirlwind in my head.
I ask myself time and time again, why do I torment myself?
I am only human, with emotions and bare bones.
Why do I trap myself in a cage?
I must learn to let go of people, places and things that no longer bring me blissful happiness.
It seems it is all within my listless mind.
I am just a vessel that embodies an undying soul that yearns for more meaning on this earth.
I am only human with unlimited wants and desires, but I must let go before it consumes my soul.
“Let go” is my daily incantation to survive this chaotic world.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
