Watch Me As I Fall

• Anna Stanic, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

The sky is a bolt of velvet blue,
Soft and smooth, even in hue.
And every so often when it storms,
We little droplets of water fall as we form.
But you must admit, you don’t think about it,
You don’t see me, the drop sparkling just a bit.
Falling from the sky, to the ground ever near
I am a shard of glass, sharp and clear.
Praying for attention in my brave feat,
Hoping when I land, softness I will meet.
Thousands of drops falling from the sky,
Hoping that someone will look us in the eye.
We have nowhere to go but down,
Down, down to the ground.
And if as we do, we must shatter,
Maybe you can spare us a glance- just to help us feel we matter.