Saving Rose

• Josie Fairweather, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

Tears roll down my porcelain face
So sad
So doomed
So very disgraced

I look down underneath the bridge
I hear cars
Screams
Clenching my hands until they bleed

I place my foot along the rail
About to take the final step
A small sad face appears
To dry my flowing tears

A soft comforting whisper
Grabs hold of my heart
A rose for the future
Brightens the night of dark