i tuck my soul along with its wings
inside a small soap box under my bed.
in its place are white uniforms and a cap
chasing money trains to purchase their dreams
yet once in awhile, on stolen seconds just like this,
for a little air; i gingerly take them out
feed a little sunlight
dust off pleading cobwebs
while sewing the edges of my moth-eaten dreams.
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True to the persona of the poem, Iryne is a clinical instructor drawn to poetry. The panel praised this piece for its genuine voice and its melancholic rhythm.
yeah…i like this too!!!
i remember this piece very well because when i was asked to give my comment i said, “i liked it because i also do have some tiny stolen moments when i love to be just with myself.” i like the tone too and the melancholic mood of the poem in general. COngrats Ai…
;]] maayoha uy! keep it up, ate.