Hope for a Connected World

 

I wrote this poem with three of my other classmates for an activity. I am glad I could write something like this with some of the most amazing women I have had a chance to study with.

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What is your dream? What do you want to be?

When you were young, you should have many dreams, did you?

                                                         

I wanted to be Purikyua, flower shop staff, or cake shop staff when I was young.

After I get older, I feel difficult to have dream.

I feel it like the hair rising on the back of my 

neck. Like static.

Pushing and Pulling. I long to get out there 

again, among places, people

Stretch my limbs and feel free again. I’m not 

only locked in my body, but locked in my mind.

Without opportunity to experience new things, 

how am I to grow?

I long for the people I have not yet met, and the 

things not yet done.

I hope to see you someday, the me I have not yet 

grown into.

The me who can be free again, I hope I see her 

soon.

While waiting for her to arrive, I look into the 

past

I would like to go where I have been to.

I felt there were fewer buildings blocking the 

view than in Japan.

That's why I wondered if the sky in Australia is bigger than the sky in Japan.

Of course, the sky would still be the same size between Japanese one and Australia one.

I feel a relaxed air, an air that doesn't make me feel tied down, surrounding me.

I want to breathe this air again so that I will not forget my freedom when I grow old.

Hence, in a world full of people

I rest my hope in their hands

their goodness transcends the borders

like soaring migratory birds

everywhere rivers are full of water

veins full of blood

hearts full of love

and eyes full of hope

Written by:

Yurika, Mayu, Lovisa and Pragya

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12.12.2021