A Human's Foe

• Allyson Van Viersen, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

Pain is a swirl of black.
The heart can turn to ash.
We can wear a smile of light.
Or a frown that makes us night.
We can wear a dark murky shadow.
Or grace our figure with a shine of pardon.
The whisper of the wind is a wicked witch.
And our beliefs are nothing but an itch.
Our needs are to be sympathized, because they are silent to the truth.
We can dance and sing, or live with our sin.
The reality we face, and the ideal we need.
Cold and warm, the difference is our form.
And when the ice sheds into snow and the wind makes the leaves flow.
We will only be human, fighting our endless foe.