Iridescent

• Aakriti Nandwani, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2019

It goes without saying
It is impossible to arise in the morning
Without tears screaming from my eyes
Impossible to while away a night with sleep
Impossible to raise a smile at
The playful antics of my nephew
We have all
Felt its cold, cold fingers brush along the skin
Heard its unavoidable call and buried under the pillow
Only to give into it later
It is all that is left now
In my Pandora’s Box
An iridescent pearl of sadness.
The taste of it familiar to everyone’s tongue
Ever changing
Growing stronger