Pocket Full Of Flora

• Rebecca Wilkin, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

Salty tears and withering bouquets
Black umbrellas, shielding the grief
I wanted to break out of this cage,
Let my tears shed, to their endless desire,
Escape from the gloomy and sombre.
My black dress swept the decrepit dust
As I stepped into a world of whom I used to love
Trudging on the puddles of my mournful reflection
Don't let my thoughts bend into reality.
A despairing tear cascaded down my cheek
To water the lilies, orchids and dirt
Heart drowning, my stomach churning
A chill creeps stealthily up my spine.
I reach into my pocket
Lay it down to rest beside her
For all I have to give is a pocket full of flora