1. Waiting (Poem) 2. Tent

1. Waiting

Waiting

Waiting is painful

It’s like looking at the full bright moon for hours

Waiting is unbearable

It’s like the eyes of the tiger piercing through my skin

Waiting is uncontrollable

It’s like letting go of your loved ones

Waiting is exhausting

It’s like swimming in the pool for nine hours

Waiting is realizing

It’s like asking you to be persistent and patient

I’ve waited enough

And I can’t have it anymore

I love writing poems because it is my way of expressing different emotions and feeling. However, I frequently write poems to express anger or feeling of uneasiness. I wrote a poem a few days ago because I was angry and hurt. I was angry a few days ago because things were not going my way. I've been longing for something for so many years and having to wait any longer just tortured me. There were other things that I was longing for, too. I was angry and sad; I wasn't able to concentrate on what I was doing. I didn't know what to do at first because I was so overwhelmed by anger. Writing a poem using similes and metaphors allowed me to express my feelings and thoughts precisely. When I wrote, "It's like looking at the full bright moon for hours," I really meant it. When you long for something for so long, you automatically stare at the moon at night thinking about that thing for hours. Sometimes, waiting felt like as if someone is piercing my skin with a needle. Waiting for something for too long can make you feel like your skin is falling apart.
Have you ever waited for something for so long? How does it feel? Does it make you angry and sad? Do you feel like giving up?

2. Tent

Three days ago, I felt a strong urge to explore the abandoned room that was located behind the kitchen. The abandoned room is filled with household items, bags, stuffed animals, and tents. I decided to take out the tent bags and assemble the parts to create a tent. I went over to the balcony and set the bags in order. When the tent was finally created, I went into the tent and observed the balcony and the living room through the tiny window of the tent. For the first time, I felt like a stranger in my house. Looking at my parents walk around the house in the tent felt like as if they were about to attack me. When my sister approached the tent, I quickly locked the entrance doors. Then I crouched down and hid myself in the corner of the tent with a blanket. I felt secure and safe. I never knew that a tent could make you feel safe and secure even in your protective house.