By FRANKY LIANG

The rise of my thoughts
chained me to my chair.
As they boiled over,
I sat, consumed by my fears.

My shoulders clenched,
as my diaphragm oscillated more and more,
and that was when her words comforted me:
“You deserve to be happy Franky!!”

In the past, these words felt bare,
like the land Arbenz sought to share.
Yet resembling the taste of eclair—
these words spoke stronger than Voltaire.

So it did not make sense to sit,
when I wanted change,
in a time that felt so fit.
I do think that the red lanterns will come.