Caleb
Osan Middle/High School
I am from the Land of Morning Calm, from the shining city and the land of the flower. I am from the land with the tower shining upon under the glistening moon. Red, White, and blue, it tasted like freedom. I am from the rolling rivers the wicking winds whose fragments I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from the flag of red, blue, white, and black and mountains, from under the stars and a purple night sky. I’m from the trails of the cherry blossoms and the fragment Pine Trees, from the dandelions who travel and the lost souls along the way! I’m from those moments of joy with a taste of freedom and ten notes I can do myself. I’m from “Good Morning” and “How's Your Day?”, “Do your Homework” and “Goodnight”. From the day of the border lost to the years on, It used to keep me confused in my mind.
Under my bed was a monster of my childhood trauma spilling through my mind in fear, a monster of anxiety of a demon in its full form to drift beneath my dreams. I am from those moments - of depression before I cried within my life. It feels like I have fallen from the clouds above.