53. Tear-Jerker: Watch a movie that makes you cry. Write a poem about that scene in the movie.
Inspired by (and some lines taken from) the last scene of The Truman Show
I could never do this beautiful, many-layered film justice but I tried to write about what Truman might be thinking, or what I would think if I was him.
Now I have touched the sky
where do I go?
Now that I know that the world is but a painting,
that someone was paid one day to sit and paint my sky –
(and went home and had his dinner like any other day)
He had created a world with his fingertips
not thinking that I would look upon his creation
every day of my life
sunrise to sunset
(God nestling among the clouds)
And the water too,
my fear, my enemy,
that woke me up at night,
with the taste of salt in my throat
is now passive,
while I walk
(I am walking on water)
how can this be what took my father from me?
was he even –
and my mother?
Are they sad now?
Do they miss me?
Or are they already thinking about their next job?
Their redundancy pay?
My mind hurts
Maybe I’ll wake up in hospital
and this will all be the dream of a sick mind…
You can’t leave, Truman.
You belong here.
A voice came to me from the clouds
and it wanted me to stay with it.
I said no.