I still remember my first, and undoubtedly the most horrifying panic attack as if it happened yesterday. My heartbeat thundered, eyesight reddened and breathing stopped. The small confined world of the night bus seemed to flip upside down as I sat paralyzed in fear and shock. The logical part of me - the one with …
To my immense disappointment as a child, Harry Potter did not come to take me to Hogwarts; instead, he took me to a place nearly as enchanting and life-changing. The Harry Potter series will forever remain the cornerstone in my life regardless of my views on the Potterian controversies- the equivalent of the 9 and …
My mother’s most earnest wish was to travel; time had changed her thoughts, compassion, values, and attachments, yet left her yearning untouched. I could glimpse at who my mother used to be before she became a mother and wife whenever she mentioned traveling. Her usual calmness wore off and refreshed vividness shone through. Being a …
Father, thou art not in heaven, but hell: Though the dire flames had yet to tarnish thee. Grace enveloped thee even as thou fell When my dearest wishes crashed in debris. Is it such a sin, for the unwanted Guest to pound upon the doors of Eden; For the shadow to dare love- undaunted! The …
At age seven, I felt enveloped by the arms of community, in the midst of the sea of candlelights. My heart throbbed with the repetitious chanting of thousands and thousands of voices united in demand for justice. As I sat on my mother’s shoulders, I let the warmth, energy and unity seep deeply into my …
Here I am, still hesitant to let go. The warm, nurturing fluid from the trunk is long gone: no nutrition, no water, no life. Only the cold winter wind pays attention to my pathetic, dried-up self-only to toss my fragile body around. It tugs at me, in incessant effort to pull me to the ground. …
This is my first poem, written when I was 11. The Moonlit Festival With the ear-piercing howl, The screeching signal, The annual Moonlit Festival began. From the time the sun hid behind the forgiving blankets of the clouds, To the time the sun wakes up to shine Is the time where even the fiercest beasts …
Erin's Pensive Pen 