My Autobigraphy

• Anastasia Newcombe, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

Like an apple that has fallen from the tree,
My soul is rotting and I’m taking you down with me.
Deep in the emotions of misery,
Are the feelings that cannot ever seem to be set free.
You could say others have had it worse then me,
But until you take a few a steps in the worn out path of my misery,
With the burdens I’ve carried, only then you can unravel my mystery.
If only to stumble on hard shards of glass, only then to empathize the pain I stash,
The scars always there to vanish, never to be repaired.
The physical pain may have vanquished,
but the emotional pain will always stay stagnant in my mind,
Always to remind of us of our broken mind,
Made permanent cracks in the building blocks of our foundation,
Leaving the ones who’ve moved into our life
To mend the cracks with their love.
To suffer the sometimes bitterness, that was left behind.