Foong Yi Fei Class: 3/4
I used to live under the mountain,
Where the sheer size of it,
Always overshadowed me,
And yet,
I couldn’t let it be.
What a fool, I used to be,
Yet clad in my empty dreams,
Preparing for the journey.
As the cold winds blew,
Dark clouds covered the sky,
Crows and ravens flew overhead,
Drowning out the world with their cries,
As soon as I started my climb.
Starless nights,
Cloudless skies,
Illuminated by the moon in the deep dark sky.
All around me, the cliffside
Not a single living soul in sight
At the break of dawn,
I saw, the earth sprawled below me
And the heavens above me in an arc.
It would have been beautiful,
If I hadn’t made this climb,
That rendered me to see
This all in a monochrome light.
One foot forward,
And I could end up where I used to be,
but who am I to bring this upon the people whom dwell below me,
for who would like for the clouds to crash unto him?
So for now, I have become an Atlas
Shouldering the skies,
With only the hope
That a day might come,
When I am finally free.
Writers by the River 