One Day

• Khushi Sharma, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

Red is the sorrow of the seeking heart
Blue is the color of its salvation
Pale is the feeling of overbearing
Life approaches like a wilting flower...
Love comes to caress, like a haunting soul, hurting for affection.
These are the days even the sun longs to cry, but masks its river of tears with scorching sunlight
Crying cascades through the gate of soldiers giving way to the dark hollowness, but fear is not felt. What was the point after all?
The smile, the memories, those hope-filled moments of empathy
Why must they believe, that hurting does not hurt
Why must they preach, that life is needed picture perfect.Woes make us weak, but tears make us stronger.Pain is in our lives and smiles are in sorrow
The brave know to know this and I know to numb
Maybe one day, even I will learn to be someone...
Right in this moment...
This minuscule moment, I sit on this staircase and grip on my pen.Telling myself to realize this...
But one day, I will learn to become someone.