You are, Your only Home

By Irliany

When school is full of light and laughter,

She’s solely relishing the cloudy at the murky corner
They play happily,
She stays unaccompanied

The moment of bell ringing loudly,

"It's time to go homeeeeeee!!!" They say cheerfully
But I can hear her pronounce clearly,
That "There is no home for me"

It's hard to accept the circumstances,

If happiness begone and wiped out all over places
There's one thing that I may tell,
Let it be: "You are, your only home", as the last dwell

It’s okay to feel sad,

But do not ever let the sorrow consume all of you that bad
You still have your home to rely on right now,
As a body that is rickety with broken window

I saw you were learning “Fire and Ice” poem this morning,
Made you think of one dangerous thing
Either thoroughly demolishes your last dwelling,
Or keep wounds and pain under the pathetic shading

Do not let the demon laugh out loud and show you the way,
Yes, it will make you happy for a day
But not for tomorrow and the other day,
While you’d only regretting what happened yesterday

Think again,
Your wound is not as bad as others pain
When you finally figure out that Irina on serious injury,
To give up all the extraordinary life cause her shameful family

She has no home,

But you have your own place though less handsome
Collecting tear stains on the floor is better,
Than losing hope and clueless with no shelter
Fire seems to be a good option,
Promising a peace and devotion
But remember that Ice will always give you more affection,
For those who survive from sea of depression
 Fire & Ice
By Irliany

"She's lost her sense of light..

She might not make it home tonight..

Either fire or ice, to be straight"

Word depression is probably the proper nickname to describe a doughy-

pasty-chalky girl at class B on my Senior High School. Elena, as always, looks down
while walking and sits right at the corner when studying. No friends, no socialization,
not even a boyfriend involved. At school, she tries to push away all people who care
and look after her. This certainly brings up everyone in the similar question "What's
wrong with her?". Same old, same old. Honestly, it is not school that makes her wrong.
The words "H O M E" which bothers her all day long.

People-talk represents Elena as a broken girl of parents divorce outcome. Some of

them also connect the melancholy Elena with child abuse. Well, it all true, for the fact.
All of the gossip can be proved by the appearance of scary wounds in the face that
covered with hair and in both hands, behind the bracelet. I saw those injuries last week.
She knew what I exactly looked at, then she just turned away and disappeared. Even the
sores can describe that it all came from big punch with hard object for many times. Poor
Elena..

Not merely enough on physical scars, the torment by whoever did that to her, it also
imprinted directly on heart and mental injuries. She becomes an untouched-temper girl
and her problems at home created a bigger problem at school. Once, she yelled in a high
volume to a student who trying so hard to calm her down when saw she crying. And
then, she hit the student exactly on the face and make the student bleed because
touching her hand. This accident brought her in a serious case at headmaster room. For
the worse, I saw no parents came to the room, except the student’s parents who
absolutely pursuing a justice over Elena’s conduct. Because of this incident, every
student stepped out and get away from her. Either scared or no longer care.

This morning, we learnt something new on English class. Poem by Robert Frost
titled “Fire and Ice”. What a miracle! This poem can make the looked-down Elena
straights up to the board and focus on each rhyme. What does she think about? Why she
looks like a person who finally get the answer of problematic and complicated math
question for years? Not mean to accuse, but the teacher told us something about suicide
things behind the poem. Whatever the implicit meaning of that poem, it drew
something bad to her expression when the bell is ringing and make her disappear so
fast.
 I knew it! I knew she planned to kill herself. I followed her to an empty room
behind the school, besides the place for burning trash, which used to be a shed. It seems
like a familiar thing for me, seeing her inside and accompanied by burning charcoal and
woods. Took much time to try to break in the door, but I need to be hurry. Because, she
won’t make it for another ten minutes. When I made it, I knew she is on the step of
half-collapse. I brought her out and said..

“You should be smart, choose Fire and try to do a brain-damage is not the right choice
to escape from the pain. But, Ice will. Cause, forgiving and moving on are the right
choice to release the pain. I’m here, ready to help what I’ve been through last year.”