They were many…
I was not among the few.
I was missing the bright and beautiful part…
The day I grew older, I remember it as a good day
That day when I smiled with no reason
For the sun that made the birds seem happier,
I considered myself special.
As the first flower that bloomed in the spring,
I was wrong.
A flower never makes a spring
I remember the house , that beautiful house with
Green windows and the smell of fresh cookies…
Remember the fairytale?
It was late when I realized that
The boy was missing and the old lady was just
My fear of being among the many
Those who stop believing in themselves
I was not among the few .
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Emanuela Ilisia.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?