The Sick Boy
My first poem, written when I was 7
Once, long ago, there was a boy with worn-out lungs.
Though lying in the hospital, he still felt at home.
On a completely ordinary day, when he saw flocks of birds,
he wanted to fly too.
He wished to sway through the hallways like a little cloud,
to enjoy the floating,
and let his little legs come alive.
He wanted to glide through the hallways,
and let his life flow onward.
This is a special poem to me, as it is the first of many. Wishing to share this with you all in my home language, I tried my best to translate it in a way that still portrays the feeling of the poem. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
Maja
About the Creator
Maja
Poet and Social Worker
I’m a Dutch girl who loves handwritten poems, slow walks under trees, and pockets full of pebbles.
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Comments (3)
Whoaaaa, you wrote this when you were 7??? That's crazyyyyyy! In a good way. It was so deep and poignant. It sure hit me hard. Also, Dalma recommended I take a look at your work and I'm soooo happy she did that. You're incredibly talented!
I want to glide through the hallways like the sick boy did! What a lovely concept. Crazy you wrote this so young!
You were born to write poetry! What an incredible poetic image you already had in your head at just seven years old!