Tiaan turns off sound during the movie
Anaconda to show how it creates
atmosphere, feelings of menace and
dread appear when silence ascends
I stop him as frustration increases fear
causing a knot in my stomach; movies
don’t affect them kids claim, I should be
ashamed for getting emotionally involved
Characters fight, anacondas attack and
tension mounts into a headache – I have
to stop looking to regain well-being, too
vivid an imagination
Reactions to fantasies derail me, my mind
is a great companion but dangerous when
manipulated, I have to focus on uplifting
things that help me survive headaches
Anaconda destroyed the spell woven by
powerful words which created a haven of
beauty and love in my mind, my feelings of
safety were lost
How many words do I need for feel-good
thoughts which enable me to do my duty,
it’s the last time I share scary movies
Tiaan can’t understand, laughs at his mom…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem