The Breeze of Hopes

Salam, this is my essay I did for my creative writing class last week. The concept of the essay is the metaphor.I use metaphor like the breeze of hopes in my writing style for this week. This is not the best one but at least I tried.


When she wakes up in the morning, she hopes that she can smile for the rest of the day. She loves to be happy and fears the sadness. She wants to smile and laugh. She hates to cry and sob.
She envies the girls who have everything she doesn’t. Admires the qualities they have. Brilliant, beautiful and wealthy. Perfect. And what does she have? Nothing but sincerity and kindness. But nobody cares. She does not possess the sweet smiles, adorable face, smooth skin and silky hair. All she has, is faith and honesty. But no one notices.

She dreams to have a friend whom she can talk to and be close to. She tried making friends but they ignored her. And she ends up talking to herself in her own lonely world. She wants a friend whom she can spend her time with. Doing crazy-like things like any other girls. Parties, birthdays and shopping sprees. But she ends up jumping alone with her skipping rope in her room almost all weekends. Being all on her own renders her in despair.

When she feels empty, she sleeps. Hoping that those sweet dreams might scare away the emptiness she has. She dreams about the laughter of enjoyment and the noise of fun. Wanting those sounds to blow away the silence and quietness in her life. She wishes when she wakes up from the sleep she will forget all the loneliness that holds her. But when she awakes again, all she can hear is only the whisper of wishes and prayers of hope of her own.

Looking at the sun-rising at the east makes her heart excited wishing that her life would shine like the sun, smile like the clouds and wave like the trees blown by soft, gentle breeze. She wants her life to be like the bright sunny hot day. Warming, drying and tanning that give her excitement, exhilaration, joy and fun. She hungers only for a little appreciation of her presence. Not too much reward of acknowledgement and admiration.

She realises that the sun brings her the spirits. The intense spirit that makes her forget about the sadness, worthlessness and loneliness in her life. Replacing those with strong emotions, motivation and faith. But this does not mean she hates and detests the moon in the dark sky. All she wants to do is to embrace the warmth of the day before the coldness of the night cuddles her tight.