rose-tinted | poetry

an ode to school fieldtrips

there are days, every
once in a blue moon
where i can
escape from school,
from responsibilities,
and the regular
everyday
shackles that keep me
constricted on the ground.
on these days, i am
allowed to not
worry myself over
consequences and
duties i am regularly saddled with.
i do not have to
carry a backpack on
my back
as an ever present reminder
of how much a
burden school can feel
like.
these days are
fieldtrips. on these
days, i clamber, clatter onto the
yellow bus-
familiar bus,
like a home
away from home,
like an old companion-
with the rest of my
classmates. our breaths
fog up the windows, as if
we are all breathing as
one.
i associate this
yellow bus
with freedom.
on these days, i
sit next to
someone i love and
share headphones
and our marigold
smiles fill up
the room.
it feels like
daisies sprout from the laughter
planted in all my classmates'
(people i love's)
lungs on these days.
we eventually will
exit the
yellow bus.
we will bounce
like children;
like flowers in the wind,
for all of a few hours,
and it's enough.
we return
to the familiar
building
when the skies turn
gold.

on these days, my shackles
connecting me
constraining me
to the ground
fall.
and i
have the chance
to fly.

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this is a lot more formal than usual bc it was an actual assignment for school but i rly liked it and presented it in class and everything!!! it's better spoken out loud but this form's okay too