Pastel Tears

• Emma Winkler, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

A Salty tear smudge the blue sky like pastel
I can't hold in in, I want scream, I want to yell
But my sadness comes in wet tears ,
My sadness, my anger, and my fears,
Rushing down my face, so much,
I feel I'll shatter at one Touch,
Each blink changing my view,
The green mixing with the blue,
My life a twirling, spinning, mixed up mess,
The confusion, the overwhelming Stress,
Tangling my vision, changing around me,
Twisted colours are all I can see,
I'm quickly Losing grip of sense,
I close my eyes in defence,
The inky black is comforting,
It take away some of the hurting.