Taken

• Karla Cosier, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2004

A cold and lonely tear falls from her face,
As she recalls each memory she's capable to trace.
Twirling around her mother's arm,
Her long golden curls, her girlish charm.
Sprinting through open fields,
Her piercing green eyes prickle with everything she feels.
Floating aimlessly on clear rippling waters,
Her soft and perfect hands trace the invisible borders.
Now, crippled, with what was once fear,
She unclenches her hands which shaped her through the years.
Her life has been lived, now willingly taken.
She will twirl, she will sprint, she will float.
But not awaken.