Sorry

6 years old

Unity is how I describe the place I am from. 

It is a place where everyone cheers for their team’s victory, 

where a goal makes your hair bristle, where the realization of victory takes over your head, 

and where love is transmitted through loud yells and laughter. 

Not only that, but it is a place where failure becomes a disaster,  

where everyone is ready to blame someone for their error. 

It’s been 11 years. 

Yet, the memories linger, refusing to fade. 

Why do I still remember? 

Do I still rely on these feelings?

These moments of unity and love. 

Maybe it’s a distortion of reality, 

Generated by the positive and negative feelings,

Or is it just a necessity to rely upon something?

I wish someone could decipher my emotions.

Home                                                                              

Where am I? Is this the place I want?

Questions without answers,

 emerging through the anxiety,

The desire to become what?

The questions I ask myself.

Home, what is home?

A place where I can speak Kriolu,

The place where I can feel the peace flowing through my body,

A place where I can be in my bed reflecting,

Is school, home?

The place where I speak English,

The place where I make friends, 

The place where my heart beats harder,

Are those the traits of home?

The best thing is that I have 

Friends that I can share this feeling with,

The ones I can trust will be there even 

After the responses.

The ones I can share my journey with. 

Dear Future, 

In 10 years from now, 

I hope you could close up the holes tormenting your choices right now. 

I hope you’ve achieved your goals to finish high school and college, and now you have new goals. I hope you understand why I’m writing this.

Do you share the marvelous moments you experienced with your loved ones, or are you still not ready to talk about them even 10 years later?

Please choose the correct door for that long corridor you’re in. Besides all that, I hope you are still the person who observes the sky and desires to reach it. I hope you didn’t lose your ideals in this cruel world.

Best, Claudemiro