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TITLE: The Great Escape
By Mcken Wong
10/05/06
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They spotted me.
And I could do nothing but run.
“What is this place?” I thought.
As I leapt over a fallen branch.

I heard noises from above.
Hidden by the dense foliage of trees.
Perhaps they came from certain creatures,
Awoken by my footsteps crunching on leaves.

They were still hot in pursue.
With heinous laughter and cries.
Baying for my blood,
I was their prey waiting to die.

My body was weakening.
I could feel my head getting faint.
Drops of sweat invaded my eyes,
I could feel nothing but pain.

My mind started to swirl.
As it began to replay,
The anger and frustration,
Which brought me to this place.

Time seemed to stand still,
As distorted memories start to form.
Piecing themselves together,
Like a jigsaw once torn.

I recalled my dislike for rules.
Rules that bound and gagged me.
Stifling my pride and freedom,
Swallowing me in captivity.

I had trouble in the village school,
And fought with people twice my age.
I stole and swore and threatened,
For nobody could stop my rampage.

I was nicknamed “The Devil.”
And I thought it was cool.
Until the day when I came to this place,
Called the Red Little Lagoon.

This place had no rules.
Nor anything to do with kindness.
This was a place of sins,
Ruled by demons and curses.

But who would have thought,
That I would one day regret.
And turn from these evil beings,
Whose hearts were burnt and black.

I knew God existed.
But I presumed He did not know me.
Or else why would my mother die,
Before I could even count to three?

Tears threatened to emerge,
And leave a trail down my cheeks.
I hated crying,
It was meant for the weak.

When I entered the Red Little Lagoon,
I thought I had found a home.
With a lifestyle befitting a king,
It was like in Rome.

It all changed in a week.
When I chanced upon a ceremony.
I saw limbs which were sacrificed,
In return for drugs and money.

I started to hear voices sneering.
As if mocking at my plight.
If I had a mirror at that moment,
I would have been a hideous sight.

The images were now shattered.
As I was brought back to reality.
But I was now exhausted,
My legs were numb and heavy.

I could run no more.
For my strength was barely there.
I stumbled onto the brown dried leaves,
Helpless and in despair.

My vision began to blur.
For I had started crying.
Tears welled in me for years,
Were now let out in a huge wailing.

I cried out for God.
If ever He remembered my name.
The barrier I tried to build,
Was now broken and lame.

Miracles do happen.
I was taught when I was young.
I had never witnessed one,
But now a miracle was done.

I could not remember anything.
Except for a bright stunning light.
It shone into my heart,
My old self had died.

That was ten years ago.
And now I’m a village teacher.
This was my testimony,
When God told me, “I am your Healer.”
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