POETRY - 2006

Grades 7 - 9

First Place - Sarah Aizman

Second Place - Josh Crandell

Third Place - Shirley Aurand Wilson

Grades 10 - 12

First Place - Brittany Jaekel

Second Place - Noami Zadaka

Third Place - Ian Aizman

Poetry, Grades 7 - 9: First Place

I say - Sarah Aizman

 

 

The doctor said that I need to be patient while I recover from feeling ill for so long.  I have good days that feel good, because I can do my normal things. Sometimes, I still have bad days, which reminds me of one of my favorite songs by Daniel Powter…it goes something like this…

BAD DAY by Daniel Powter

 

“…they tell me your blue skies have faded to gray…
They tell me your passion has gone away
and I don’t need no carrying on…

Cuz ya have a bad day,
You’re takin’ one down,
You sing a sad song
just to turn it around.
Ya say ya don’t know,
Ya tell me don’t lie,
You work at a smile and you go for a ride...

So, where is the passion when we need it the most?
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost…”

 

So, I ask myself, where is my passion when I need it the most?  Is it in my Mom’s chicken soup?  Or, is it in the words of my own song:

 

I WANT by Sara Aizman

 

I am going through a door.
I can’t tell what kind of door.
But hopefully it will lead me to the right path.

 

This door that I see,
No one sees.
Only me.
And yet, I continue forward.
What is my destiny?

 

I went every day
And all that they would say was
“Go back home,
see me tomorrow,
maybe after that,
you will be free.”

 

I want to know my destiny.
I want to know what’s wrong with me.
All I want is to be free.
I want to let myself run
through a field
under the sun.
I want to be me!

 

So, here I am.
Home again.
Isn’t this what I want?
I wanted to be home
With my family
Still, I don’t feel
like me.

 

My friends don’t know me anymore.
I can see it
in their eyes
As I walk in
they seem surprised.

 

I want to change
I want things different
I want my heart returned to me
I want to run through that field
I want my life given back to me.

 

I am the only one
The only one
Who can change
Not the doctors
Not the specialists
Not the nurses
Me

 

But look at me now
Am I feeling sorry for myself?
Is this really my story?
There are people worse off than me.

 

People say I am an inspiration
But do they see inside of me?
Are they looking at my mask?
Are they looking to be free?

 

There are so many times in a day
That I say the word
I or me.
I want to stop
I want ‘I’
to be ‘we’.

 

We all can share in joy
Laughter and fun
We will run through the field
under the sun
We will sing and dance and
We will all say
‘Today is the day.
It is today.’

 

So, where is the passion that I need?  It is in the chicken soup, it is in me.

I say it is in we.

 

 

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