I’m sitting
in the middle of the floor;
glass shattered,
feeling sore.
I’m thinking,
keeping my head down,
“What did I do?
God, such a clown.”
Flashbacks
running through my head;
cheeks burn,
wish I were dead.
I cringe
at a memory so fresh.
The feeling going deeper,
deeper than the flesh.
I sigh,
my shoulders falling to the ground.
I am fine,
not hell bound.
Get up, brush off,
paste a smile on my face.
Move on, live strong.
I’m running the human race.
By NATASHA GO
Contributing Writer
