[Poem] Alice

the day is long

close the door and lie down

silence

the only lullaby for tonight

darkness holds me close

like a careless lover

calling my name

a voice that so familiar

I reply,

that voice

becomes distant

my name

becomes

so distant

please stay

I’m lost

running to me

someone

“there’s the way to escape”

pull the blanket over the head

like a scared child

lie curled up

like a little cat in a stormy night

let’s get out of here!

searching for

an exit

am I Alice?

a clumsy girl trying to get out of her mad world

is this Wonderland?

Queen of Hearts,

please let me be who I am

Queen of Hearts,

please let me be

a white rose

a light

there’s a light!

careless lover,

let me go now

get out of the blanket

breathe out

it’s time to grow up

everyone has to

Alice has to

don’t be scared

to be a white rose.

29/09/2018

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This poem was written as a creative project for my English class. At first, I intended to write a short story but nothing came across my mind. So I thought about poetry. Because it was a creative project, so why not? It was actually also my first time ever to write a poem, especially in English. So excuse my unskilled poem.

"Alice" is inspired by the image of the little girl named Alice in Lewis Carroll’s “Alice's Adventures In Wonderland”. Alice is known for her curiosity. I believe we can find easily "Alice" in ourselves, a childish, curious and lost version of ourselves. Ever since I was little, I have always wondered about the meaning of this story. And to me, "Alice's Adventures In Wonderland" is not just a story for children. It holds incredibly many layers of meaning through the appearance of the Queen of Hearts, The Mad Hatter, Cheshire Cat,... or Wonderland and Alice, in general (I will spend some time writing about it next time). 

The poem, "Alice", portrays a lonely night when I can finally lie down but it is also when I feel the most insecure about my thoughts, just like many other people. The words may sound naive and immature, which vividly reflects the soul of the "writer". Young, curious, and scared. 

Thank you for reading. Please let me know if there is something you find weird or not right. I am hungry to learn and improve myself. 

(Pretend here is my name

because I don't know what name

I should have to feel like myself 

and cool at the same time)