Outside by Daisy Wang

I am a ghost

flying high up the sky beside the coast,

looking down,

ah, I’m sometimes happy to see the children

running under the summer sun.

Sometimes I will stand 

on top of a mountain,

looking down,

I‘m not afraid of heights,

or death.

Watching the sun-set-light,

as I have mentioned;

I’m an invisible ghost.

I like this world,

Instead of mine.

All began with a hot meal.

They wouldn’t talk about what I felt.

Soon the conversation started,

Cool,

And started filling the room.

I ran outside,

Heading downside.

I tripped,

I slipped.

All at once, 

I saw stars,

With me floating, as if all was only a dream.

All at once,

I was free,

Freed into the outside world.