Misconceptions About Life

• Teresa Nguyen, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2014

I’m getting tired; I guess I’m dreaming alone
I can’t hear anything but the piercing silence drone
I just fade and sink into the everlasting darkness
It contrasts so greatly to these walls starkness
This machine that I am connected to beeps
The fragments of me lie inside here in broken heaps
Weakly and slowly I turn the chapters in my stories page
I'm just an abandoned bird inside a small bird cage
I really really hated it
All I wished for was to be able to quit
I just wish it was all over, done and dusted
Looking at myself, a failure, I feel disgusted
I am unable to write over the mistakes of my past
But it seems this pain is here to last
Here, I don’t have a blade
My wounds would not open up even if I prayed
This hospital that had condemned me to sometime so harsh called “life”
They tempted me, with those gleaming surgical knifes
Even though at first I was so scared
It was a miracle that death scythe had had me spared
It took me longer that I admitted, on that stiff bed to see
That this little building was the only thing that was ever willing to save me.
So thank you hospital, for saving me, for forcing me to live through this.
For making me see how valuable life is and what a misconception about life I had.