My poetry/prose

"Dear God,please make me a bird,so I can fly far far away..." she replays this heartwrenching line Jenny,played by Robin Wright, who whimpers repetitively throughout in her mind like an unholy anthem.

She had told him before that she was alot of issues and more.She wasn't bent on being the jaded cynic, her smiles were aplenty and genuine but she had this inevitable,unavoidable lump of foreboding doom in her throat. It trailed her all the way past her eosophagus down to the pitts of her stomach,compressed to an irrevocable crevice. It was her intuition. Sort of. She just knew like a moth drawn to a flame,she could self destruct anytime. Someone asked her if she had been influenced by Estelle from Great Expectations,was she always so cold because she had been taught over and over like a lyrical chant? No,she was not bitter. Even though her little life had been stamped with some tragic prints all over,they were nothing compared to the others suffering in Szechuan now,or Myanmmar, or even the refugees from Rwanda before and Kuwait and even the homeless. What was it then? Fear. Fear,that little fiend had grown from a swashbucking rascal into a mammoth giant waiting to devour her affectionately. She wanted to divorce that devil,fear.

"Never ever ever trust them." Mum had told her since she was 5. Her piercing stare and shrill voice had successfully disentangled her soul's naivety. She walked her life in an uncomfortable kind of fashion. Yes she still wanted to connect,interact and involve herself with civilization but her mother's ringing words stayed. Like tongs that scorched her soul. Later on,her mother would cry in dismayed anguish at the hardhearted way she had carried herself. Her mother would wring her hands in despair and take to her knees in capital lament,an outcry to God at her daughter's disconcerting fable.

The music plays on in the background,softly, once again, With or withut u. Bono  sings,summing the solitary silence she was used to deploying.