Black Cloud

• Kate Christison, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

I sat under the old oak, the clouds turned black
Reflection was necessary
Perhaps, life changes that way, perhaps we bring the black upon ourselves
I was concerned
She was a content, confident girl who had a place in the world
Beautiful, kind, caring and outgoing were fitting adjectives
Those devious clouds swallowed her; they swallowed her with no mercy
Days were a blur that only her jade eyes could judge
No longer could she see light, hope and peace in this cruel world
Some say it’s her past, others might say it’s hereditary
It had no mercy, understanding or compassion
She did not want it, it found her
If I could rewind the past, I would
If I could help, I truly would
The clouds were never white again
This is a tribute to my friend