Pain

• Eva Schmidt, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

Pain.
The once pure soul, the innocent, wild soul eager to explore the world.
Only to be thrashed into reality and misery.
The wave that buries me in the ocean, with our once golden treasures moulded into trauma and mourning.
Crying out, pleading for freedom, for a morsel of happiness.
Pain, the poison that courses through my veins at a million miles an hour, searching, desperate for help.