I would like to write today again. Just to notify my darling followers that I am still trying to go back to my poetry!
My life has never been better. Even though I am very busy as I am the Student Council in year 11 ( Junior Year ), trying to keep up being one of the top students, my gym routine and family life ( If you were from an Asian country you would know what I mean ) it is pretty hard! And to be honest I would like to admit my friendship category is not fitting in my life. It is weird how I put the last in the list of everything I should take care of, but that just happened inadvertently.
As I was reading a famous classic book ” The Diary Of A Young Girl ” by Anne Frank I got so inspired by Anne and her thoughts which is why I dedicated her a poem. Secretly she reminds me of myself. But we got to admit it, I could never be Anne, with so much strength, patience and maturity. But we should all just try, to look up at this young girl who despite all the war was so brilliant, hopeful and assured. I shall now stop boring you and get to the poem! I really hope it is better than the previous. As now when I read my previous post poem, it seems too bad.
In the muddle of everything,
She stood brave and strong.
Independent was our Anne,
Spirited and very bold.
Looking into the sky in a time of war,
All she saw was the sun and the birds
Flying across the sky.
Looking into her nostalgic life,
All she feel was content and luck.
The immutable presence did not make her any weaker,
And as she grew, so did her boldness
Leaving the inevitable behind her.
She clinged to love, she clinged to hope,
Where felt none so dolefully.
She planned a future for herself
Where felt like there wasn’t any.
Oh Anne, you are in our hearts,
Forever to be remembered.
And I would like to decry
A salute of respect and gratitude.
If you never read that book, then I advice you to! Every single teacher would stop by and comment on my book saying how amazing it was! This is definitely a must-read! And currently I am reading The Return Of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle.
Lots of love, Maria.