Words by Jahin, 20 NSW
There was a period in my life,
during high school,
when a sense of belonging,
equated to liquid gold.
Sitting side by side,
uniformed in similarity,
Feeling whole and cherished,
Being a ripple in the sea of voices.
That was what my heart longed for.
But after years of trying to mould myself for others,
I realised the hole of self-deprivation
had unknowingly seized at my feet,
drowning the boy that wanted to swim free.
The tunnel is long and hollow,
inevitable whispers sway in the air,
A musky stench of deviated dreams,
the walls suffused with the scars of untapped joy.
The fortune of time,
surges past the grime,
A flame wavering in the murk,
carrying distant promises.
As of today,
I long to remain in the moment,
The simplest caress from the wind,
relishing giggle-sprinkled faces,
A constant reverie within the orphic murmurs
of the morning breeze.
The opulence of comfort
is truly an unsung blessing,
Like bees flying towards daisies,
That is my liquid gold.