Barren

• Jasmin Pratt, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

I lie here.
Cool water lapping gently at my barren body.
The trees, a dappled blanket for the sun, whispering accusingly above.
Salt infects the water as the tears stream down my face.
The cold, merciless stone cares not or my woe,
I clutch it harder towards my chest.
And dive.
My hair, tattered golden ribbons,
Glides swiftly as I descend, the stone my only companion.
I think of what might have been, what could have been.
A child laughing and happy,
A child never born.
My child.
I will join her soon.