Of Balances, Trumpets And Memories

• Madelet Herholdt, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

From where does their need to blow their own trumpet stem?
We all began as an Innocent
And yet so many fear having to meet their Creator
Is there anything which separates us from them?

Cling to memories long past, we are all ships upon an open sea
So many lost, without their wings
Splinters of broken Dreams, stuck beneath your skin
Stains we cannot wash away

The texts state we are not inherently Good
Since our original Sin
But does that make us inheritably Evil?
Trying to answer Questions which never should have been asked

Struggling to find our own balances, caught up in Mind Games
We are all a mix of both
For wherever there is Light, Shadows will fall - perhaps
It is our comdemnation of each other which will lead to our end.