Written by: Phoebe Shrestha - 26016, Grade X
Posted on: 15 December, 2023
What a day it was,
When I tried to remove my birthmark with a knife.
A little curve dark and misunderstood,
A mark I thought was unwanted.
What a day it was,
When I put the corn inside my nose.
Unable to breathe, I began to cry,
Till suffocation took me nigh.
What a day it was, with confidence so high,
When I used to sing a song.
Lyrics flying here and there, voice cracking,
Until my throat began to dry.
What a day it was,
When I poked my eyes in a room with dim light.
Tomorrow was my birthday, a day so near,
But instead, I was found in the hospital, in fear.
What a day it was when I refused to go to school,
My loud screams echoed, breaking the school’s compound.
Returning home, I proudly told,
‘Phoebe did not agree to go to school,’ confused why people were laughing.
All the times I heard my mom called ‘Phoebe, do not do it,’
She repeated, ‘Phoebe, be careful.’
But silly me did not agree until I gave it a try.
If I did, I would always cry.
Everything made sense for me till then.
Looking now, it seems so silly,
But in each mistake,
There was a lesson to be learned.
When I remember those moments,
I catch myself smiling like a dumb person.
If I could, I would still want to go back,
But sadly, I can’t.
I miss my childhood more than anything,
The past I can never get over,
The past where I enjoyed myself, with no pain and no gain,
And the past, which began with a smile on my face.
My childhood is the best part of my life,
I have loved and cherished each moment.
A source of laughter, joy, and peace
Comes from my childhood.
