Red Or Black?

• Fatima Farah, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Black drops, red drops
Two everywhere
The wings cutting through my thoughts,
Arms motioning me here
The feathers brush my cheeks and tell me to remember what was first
The hands stroke and tell me, that's impossible, it ain't ever coming back
Someone tell me the remedy to this unquenchable thirst
Did the spectrums in my mind give birth to the black?
Why has the ink blotted everywhere and disappeared now?
The red is painted on my scars healing too many cracks
It does its job but remains silent, and that's secretly what I want
Both have touched me everywhere, they've kissed my soul
I can't tell, but which is it that makes me whole?