Reality.

• Zainab Baig, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

The breeze delicately caressed my cheek,
Stroking my hair,
Elegantly leading me to a place unknown,
My body moved on its own,
Following the wind current.

The aroma of a freshly cooked home meal in the air,
My eyes wandered around,
Gazing at the beautiful scenery, the flowers, the grass, the trees,
Everything seemed perfect.
Was I in paradise?

My eyes fluttered open,
The wind trashed loudly outside my window,
Darkness was all around, with not a single thing in sight,
The dark threatening to eat me up, crawling all around me,
As shadows danced on the wall, I realized...

This was my reality.