Soo Yeon Chun

Pockets



I like writing about angels and devils,
I like puddles with leaves on top,
Watching my reflection ripple.
I like words and their little pockets,
Where they hide all their treasures. 
I like ghosts that look like half-abandoned thoughts,
I like writing about green, baby monsters
Hatching in my mouth. I like time 
And its pranks on unassuming people.
I like digging holes in the ground with a stick, 
whispering my secrets into them,
And burying them forever. I like fire when she dances
Her graceful duet with air. 
I like writing of forced smiles and tears,
Of how a drop of water winks in the sun,
Of voices trapped in throats. 


I like to consider writing as the art of blurring the lines between truth and opinion. As I put my thoughts and emotions onto paper, I begin to discover personal truths that are uniquely my own; in my poems, fears become ghosts haunting me, and thoughts are portrayed as green monsters engulfing my mind and body. For me, such is the power of storytelling—what makes a story truthful is not its factual accuracy but rather its emotional authenticity.
— Soo Yeon Chun