I posted this piece on Instagram for Escapril 2021. Like the caption says, I debated on whether or not to participate because I’m not much of a poet. I think that was the first time in about three years I wrote a poem and the first time I wrote a poem that wasn’t for a school assignment ever. After this piece, however, I took a liking to poetry because of how I can create a narrative with even the structure alone.
The Instagram post does a better job of showing how I tried to visually tell the story of the speaker but WordPress ultimately failed me, haha. I’ll probably go back to the original post and try to edit the code to show up the way I want it to. (Pain.)
I dedicate this poem to my tenth grade English teacher. She’s probably my favorite English teacher that I’ve had so far. She didn’t know my love for creative writing because I still had a fat writers’ block back then but she always gave constructive criticism that encouraged me to do better on all my essays. We’re extremely close, and I’m always thankful that I have a trusted adult at school I can talk to.
She had such creative lesson plans that made my first 7 AM class in the morning so interesting (when otherwise I would slowly nod to sleep). One project that really stuck out to me was the Creative Lens project we had to do. We take well-known fairy tales and analyze them using different narrative lens she gave lectures on. Some of them had to do with political theory, some with history. That made me develop my love for analyzing text.
A lens that I used in this poem that I first learned about then was the Freudian lens. They include the id, superego, and ego. I’ll try to keep this psychology lesson short but from what I remember and understand, id represents our primal desires and impulses that are actively squashed by our superego, which is the epitome of morals and ethical values. As these two fight to manifest outwardly, your ego determines which side to give into slightly. Thus your ego is what you present to society and keeps these other identities in check with rationality.
As quarantine starts to drag longer and longer, I found myself expressing my anger and grief more often in my writing and thoughts. This is my id, not to mention the seething reactions to my parents’ behaviors (something I’m a bit uncomfortable sharing as of now).
This poem was written as a reminder to my future self of what I had to go through during COVID. The stir-craziness of constantly staying indoors, the mounting frustration as my parents start to influence and control my actions, and the self-doubt that plagued my mind due to various reasons and began to negatively influence my work.
Id and superego are silent at the end because they’re ruminating the confident declaration ego made. It’s a pregnant pause where both id and superego, two polar opposite, makes a silent agreement not to burst ego’s disillusioned beliefs. I’m grateful to say that id and superego are silent now, not because of the weight of ego’s seemingly empty words, but because of my changed lifestyle.
I think that’s all I have for this poem! The rest is up for your interpretation :)) Thank you always for reading my work and for reading this author’s note!
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