Poem: White Crow

Someday I will know,
Where the white crow flies;
I will let the time flow
And laugh it all as I fly.

I used to struggle in rusty chains
Bound and forgotten in the long rain.
And the fire in me almost died
until a white crow came to a flight.

I used to see a path of raging storms;
Raging storms that resonated like lament of tears
I forbade anyone to pass my shell;
A coward’s shell to protect me from my fears.

But the white crow left a cerulean streak of light
A blinding vision almost knocked my sight
A spark of hope turned into a blazing fire
Ignited up as I see the self I desire.

The chains that used to restrain me—
They crumble to dust as I flee
The light that had once faded,
enlightened my forlorn heart.

Paper airplanes filled the sky,
As my pain sank and the rain stopped.
I left my doubts behind and fly.
I soared through the sky with the divine white crow.

Pen name as EGOIST, I used this entry for a contest in my school. That contest was the “Poetry Performance Festival” and a part of English Week’s celebration. I remembered panicking as I wrote this the night before the deadline and I didn’t even think I would make it to the finals! But that was it, though. Although I had fun and gained new friends (two fellow contestants!), I ain’t really good with public speaking so... yeah?