Belief

A faithful heart,
an open mind,
ready to start,
eager to find.

What lies beyond
the realm of reality,
with the Herculean pond,
of unwavering audacity.

His bruises bled,
his body ached.
The fear he shed,
the confidence he embraced.

The shameful claim,
fabricated fiction.
He was to blame
for his false description.

He did believe,
but only he did,
the way he would perceive
the world as a kid.

Leaping from a height
into the sky,
on a lonely night,
don’t ask why.

Flying to glory,
flying for fun.
He never felt sorry
until he was done.

He was bruised from head to toe
and got many bones broken,
by those who didn’t show
any belief in the words spoken.

He would cry,
he would vociferate.
Hoping to die
and just evaporate.

But now he knew better,
he didn’t care too much.
He buttoned his sweater.
His heart, he did touch.

He heard it beating,
he heard it pounding.
He stopped retreating,
he stopped doubting.

He jumped into the dark,
into the open air.
With a rekindled spark,
in the distance he did stare.

With what a light he flew!
Oh boy did he soar!
Now that he knew,
the people he could ignore.

Those devoid of creativity,
those devoid of imagination,
those bound by gravity,
his main cause of irritation.

He wanted to fly forever,
a delightful whim!
And he went wherever
his mind could take him.

Written by Siddhaanth Samant from Grade 11

Edited by Manan Varma from Grade 12.