Scarred souls

• Sophie Finney, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2004

I wondered if Duntroon
was always so silent.

The building was of wood and stone, then glass;
Glass,
which echoed breaking hearts.
There were teary smiles,
and cracked voices that had been unheard
for years: "Thanks for coming."


A long ceremony fraught with
unshed tears. They would only come
when I saw him cry.

Brendan's best mate,
who would only ever see him again
In photographs.

Something in me broke.

The scar remains.