Falling For Tomorrow

• Crystal Christie-Golding, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Beneath the cosmetic product that lies upon her face,
Concealing the scars that are invisible to the naked eye
Beneath... is where true beauty hides,
Struggling to hold her ethereal golden hue.
The wind was as languorous as she was still,
Standing upon the ragged edge of the mountain’s face,
Of height she had previously deemed worthy.
Nostalgia filled her person and shook her from stupor,
Quivering against the unwanted luxuriant of bottled emotions,
That ensnare all her senses, incarcerates her soul.
Sadness—tears are freed from the tightly compressed eyelids.
Anger—screams of old pain and grief are ripped from her gullet;
The pleading is evident in her fragile yet roaring voice,
For someone—anyone to understand her agony…’please’.
Her body inclined forwards, arms spread, and she... fell?
No, she soared... Riding the Sun to Tomorrow.