Falling

• Kristen Goulopoulos, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2005

Hands pressed against my cage so clear, staring out of the suface of my tear.
Falling.
Swimming but I've forgotten how, praying I can make it somehow.
Drowning.
Stranded,the current sweeps me away,haunted by the memory of where you lay.
Gasping.
The abyss is dark, there is no breath, I'm backed into a corner and you still haven't left.
Crying.
Determined to win, I remember how to swim.
Smiling.
Your face still haunts my days and dreams, but more a blessing than a curse it seems.