Wii, a poem, by Fatima Azeem

 Wii

Life is not a game

And yet sometimes I wonder

When will it start?

See, actions are enforced

But my stillness is loud

Clarity is a quiet noise 

That may never feel sound

I feel stuck in an ad

And I can’t skip anything

But it’s hard to wait

It’s difficult to be patient

My presence is waning

And soon it’ll be empty again

But I guess even that is a sign

To keep close and listen

Because even with these craters

The only way to be seen

Is to see my reflection in a dark sky

Maybe I won’t go too high

Maybe I won’t be full

But at least I won’t end up being nothing

And even if I am

I think that’s okay

I’ll think of this game as a long journey

To where I’ll find peace underneath a tree

Next to a river of golden honey

by Fatima Azeem