Reality

• Tomasina Dimopoulos, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2015

How can the beauty of life exist alongside the certainty of death?
It makes one wonder is it a gift, a game or a test?
Such a bleak reality can evoke the tiniest hints of insanity,
As to ponder the unknown is to make oneself ill,
But the ability to feel is our unquestionable will.
Time after time coming to the same conclusion; we can only push onwards through the confusion,
Praying oblivion is entirely an illusion.