Beaches

• Stephanie Sorraghan, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2017

Delicate droplets of gold are falling from my eyes.
They salt the sandy shore.
They make the ocean, and form the sand,
Leaving beautiful puddles of my own sorrow.
And this mixes with that of millions of others,
Wailing without will, just wanting it to be over.
Unbeknownst to happy souls
Who sing together in the waves,
Playing in past people’s pain
Whilst trying to forget their own hardships.
If they fail, tiny droplets of gold will grow.
The beaches become bolder,
And the shores shimmer with tears.
Little do we know,
Often our happiness
Comes from others’ torture.