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Published:Sunday | December 29, 2019 | 12:35 AM

Never Forget

I could see her smile

From a million miles

She was on to you

And a blind man would know it too

But who am I

To want something far above

A man that in my mind

would never see me

As someone he could love

I thought I could not measure up

To anyone I stood beside

It was my low self esteem that burnt me from the inside

I tried to shove it to the side

And pretended I was all right

But deep down I felt like an outcast

So I told myself this love would never last

Because …

Really.

Who am I …

Not the one to wear the slippers that’s of glass

I drew the picture and painted myself on that mutilated canvas

In my head

It was over

Before it begun

I flew my white flag

aimlessly in one hand

But little did I know

That this picture that I drew

Caused my little nightmare to come true

My distracted mind

Caused our hearts to lose their twine

And now I sit here in regret

Of someone I loved

That I can never forget.

– Angela Yap Chung

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Fog

Sprinting on Seaga through thick white clouds.

Nerve-racking.

My eyes on snooze, fingers tapping, clock tick-tocking.

The wind flirts with my skin while the fog drags us in.

No green in sight,

It spreads like a blanket with the streets tucked in tight.

It’s all I can see

A thick, stagnant white Caribbean Sea.

It teases me, as I try to feel what can only be seen.

This scentless beast makes me want to scream!

I watched it crawl for miles while the time flies.

Finally, getting weak

The opaque beast now transparent, dwindled down in streaks.

Releasing its hostages, the trees can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I felt such joy as the sun kissed my cheeks, its radiance beamed through the thick white sheet.

Once led by faith and not by sight,

My vision enlightened, smile now bright.

I can see,

Beautiful green trees and fogless streets

Driving with ease, our hearts are at peace.

I feel safe, having escaped this test of faith.

I look back and it was gone, no more mist – that

Monstrous

Fog.

– Nabita Smith