2nd Quarter Poetry Journal Reflection
Freedom is a mocking thing
As I sit in this class room and gaze
out the window
So close, so near
But invisible walls and invisible chains
And invisible locks and invisible forces
Lock me in until it is time to leave
What if I tried leaving?
When I can't leave?
Well, that's probably a stupid idea
My parents would kill me and kill me again
And I value my life very, VERY much
So instead I sit
I sit and wait for these 5 minutes to pass
Because let's be honest me
I suck at writing poetry
The good (somewhat) ol' memories of this poem. I remember (not) like it was yesterday... long story short, I was having a somewhat bad day (I think) so I decided to write this poem about wishing that school was over while also exploring the idea of having to do things not because you physically have to, but because society tells you... then I got bored with the serious direction of the poem (aka I had no idea how to proceed from "invisible locks") So instead you get this poem that suddenly goes through Mood Whiplash (NOTE: If you value your free time, do not click on the link)
As for actual, you know, reasons for choosing this poem, I feel like in certain ways this poem describes me in a nutshell, as my Honors World History teacher once said that I was like a rabbit and a turtle in one, sometimes I would be slow and methodical, then other times I would rush like a... rabbit? Something like that. But at the same time, it was just a poem I liked because it toys with the audience expectations about what would be a serious poem, which then turns humorous, and ultimately cynical and self depreciating, yet still humorous. (Don't judge my humor, kay?)