Embodiment

• Sarah Stewart Year 11
• Poetry
• 2018

Half were created to survive
The rest left to destruct
Brought eyes closed and without fear
Warm darkness to white lit rooms

Each step draws in the shadows
Every step the clearer it shards
Blurred figures form mirrors,
and soon the circle forms

Most tread with stable steps,
holding arms of bread
Others staple wilting forward
with empty handed flowers