WORKSHOP: Creative Writing as a tool for building resilience and Global Citizenship.

Creative Writing exercises encouraged us to map out our personal journeys in becoming good global citizens. We were guided through a process that helped us reflect on something significant that shaped us to become the people we are today .....active global citizens.

See below some a sample of some poems we wrote.


                                                    

By Rosemary

It came silently and soft

almost hushed as though

I wasn't meant to know

Some may say it was bitterly-

sweet, the way your tastebuds

develop as you grow

The air was close, heavy at

first, but as the door opened

in flowed flowers and spice

As before, the light in the room was dim,

echoing the hearts, but slowly

in seeped the light through

the glass in the door

As I emerged from that room

I knew that I had made it

I knew it was meant for me

And now, here I stand ready,

Now my heart feels strong,

my head is full of brightness

my hands want to encourage!

   

Echos by Grainne 

The sound was like an echo, an echo, with

a strong world music beat behind it.

It tasted like tapas and tequila on a

lazy Sunday afternoon, lights dimmed

with salt, lime and spicy things

The smell was like feet- dancing feet,

dancing feet, feeling their way across the

floor in time with the music, alone and

with a partner

The sight of other bodies meeting, melting,

jumping, rolling and climbing...with me,

against, together

People watching. It didn't matter

I felt good, complete, alive, tuned in - body awake,

limbs moving, in a trance yet super aware. Invincible.

Now my heart feels like I miss that time, a

desire for my body to move once again. regret

(why we didn't go to Israel?)

My head is full of thoughts as the body no longer

wriggles to release them. Shake it out, shake it out.

My hands want to once agin feel the floor,

feet want to run, jump, spin, all of me

rolling, tumbling, happy!

A moment of present by Andras

I have travelled around only to find the best place

is the present, to be

I heard birds singing in the forest,

waves arrive to the shore, a never ending heartbeat

like drinking water after a week in the desert

I smelled incense from the Far East

And saw such beauty in simplicity

I felt home.

Now my heart feels like meeting an old friend

My head is full of curiosity, what does he have to say?

My hands want to touch and hold him,

but he is already gone

                                                     
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