A Battlefield

• Kiarra Toole, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

My mind is a battlefield of emotion, a creative explosion of a disastrous kind.
It is filled with fear and anger, fuelled by events of my past.
However, it is also a blink into the future, made possible by the hope of a ‘someday’.

I am a bomb, ready to detonate.
And with this explosion will come a wreak of havoc.
With everything in my path being annihilated by the shrapnel.
But this will not be the last of me; for this blast that has destroyed me will ultimately heal me.

I have faith in the belief of ‘someday’, it guides me and leads me to the evolution of myself.
So, I will let myself erupt, to reach the breaking point; and I will not think twice.

I have a reason for this outburst, this reaction is valid and real.
For after I have been broken, it will be up to me to piece myself back together.
Bit by bit, slowly but surely, I will come out the other side a stronger person.

So, I am grateful for my battlefield.
For this war has altered me, and I am ready now.
3… 2… 1… Boom.