When this is over,
I will step outside my house
And devour the safe, fresh air I could breathe.
Go with my cousins trip on the road which I never attended before;
Sing with them, with a guitar and strum 'til my fingers ache.
When this is over,
I will try to send that kite to its highest peak
While my dress goes with the flying leaves around me,
While my hair floats with the sea-like breeze.
When this is over,
I will do the things I couldn't at home.
Like running in a vast garden;
Imagining gnomes are there, playing with a princess.
When this is over,
I will drag my buddy into that wishing well.
Hoping she is no longer afraid of deep hole,
So we can toss coins together and wait for the sound of them reaching the water.
When this is over,
I will tell everyone how lucky I was,
How fortunate that I am still alive and kicking,
How good my protector is for not letting me vanish into oblivion.
When this is over,
I will try to live a bit differently.
I will make the greatest things I haven't made before the days were still normal.
When this is over,
I will no longer stare with the gossamers hanging on the ceiling,
But I will look up into that calm, white-dotted blue sky above finally whispering, with the tears in my eyes, "It's over."
YOU ARE READING
Just POETIQUÉ
PoetryWere you lonely? Were you sad? Has everything been bad lately? Unlike the beautiful times you've had. Smile with me. Cry with me. Get mad with this soul. Maybe we'll find a way out of the cold. -JAM MARIANO
