Tuesday, June 27, 2017

I Believed I Could Fly

I wrote the following essay and its corresponding three rhyming couplets in response to a writing challenge. The essay was finished May 25, 2017 and the rhyming couplets were done on June 1, 2017. Both the essay and rhyming couplets are in my bullet journal and I decided to post them here for posterity sake. The essay did not need a title; but, I adore titles. This essay is based on a true story that happened in my early elementary years. I was seven or eight years old.

Note: I scribbled over my last name in the bullet journal picture. I am sure some of you already figured out what my last name is but still, it makes me feel better blacking it out! I have gone back to my elementary school days to relearn how to write cursive properly. Ha! It looks horrid still. But, it is improving.

I Believed I Could Fly

by

Lee Ann L.

I observed a pair of barn swallows. They flew so gracefully and fast. They weaved around some porch beams to their nest without making a single mistake. While observing them, it brought forth the memory of when I believed I could fly.

I felt lonely as I looked around watching my classmates playing hopscotch, jump rope and four square. No one ever invited me to play and no one wanted me to join in their games. I felt alone.

I wanted to leave and never return. With a head full of imagination, I proceeded to come up with a game plan. I figured if I could run as fast as I could, faster than I have ever run, I’d be able to take off and fly. And, if I could zigzag through the columns and make it to the very end while running, it would add power to my flight. I would be able to make my escape to Neverland.

So, I finalized my plans and practiced some test runs. I gathered up courage, took off running and ran as fast as I could zigzagging through the columns. I began to feel exhilarated. Faster and faster I ran. My heart soared. I began to fly. I knew I could reach that faraway place where I’d be welcomed.

I stumbled. An out of control fall began. Time slowed down. I tried to regain my equilibrium, careened around the next-to-the-last column and kept on running. I desperately wanted my escape. I believed in my heart if I could make it beyond the last column, I would be able to take flight.

Time slowed down (even more). The last column grew bigger and bigger in my view. No matter how I tried, I could not correct my path. I face planted into the last column bouncing back in recoil. I stood there in utter shock. I lifted up a hand and felt my mouth. I discovered I chipped my right front tooth.

I looked up at the bright blue sky and my heart cried knowing I would never make it to my beloved Neverland.

Rhyming Couplets

Lonely and alone I am.
I thought and sought to scram.

I took off running in a bid to escape.
As fast as I could, my plan is shipshape.

Neverland, I longed and yearned,
In the end, I crashed and burned.