Journey

• Laila Dib, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2021

Something that cannot be told
A journey which will eventually unfold
I search and search for a sign
Hoping that my search will prevail in time
As time goes by with every hour.
I’m getting weak, I have no power.
Scared, tired and feeling hopeless.
I look up to the skies and clearly know this.
When I pray to God he will hear my words.
He is the greatest, the creator of all the worlds.
Its bad enough I missed 98 days of school
When will it end, the world has become cruel.