by Neriah Keren Ahhi (Grade 10 – Rizal)
Graphics by Neriah Keren Ahhi
My feelings are currently a mess, like a bunch of clothes piled up in the corner of the room, along with my other things scattered around. It was disorganized. Though I would like it to be clean and stuff put in their respective places, the task itself seems too draining to even think about it. I find myself constantly on edge, worried, and stressed about something I cannot identify. Then, there is also that fear always present in my mind.
I feel like I am walking blindly in a tunnel with no end or even light to guide me through this unknown path. Frequently I stumble and fall, but with no other choice, I get back up again and keep moving. Despite the bruises and wounds, I have to hope that somewhere there’s an exit, an end to this suffering.
So, I walk and walk. Sometimes wavering and stopping for a while, but I continue. Even though my body aches and screams for me to stop, and I doubt that there is an escape, I continue. I walked, but I saw no end; instead, I saw a spark of light. No matter how little it was, it kept me going. Because underneath all those feelings of sadness, worry, and fear, there is that hope that everything will be alright.