Shattered glass
Broken hearts
Lost souls
Scattered thoughts
Fallen stars
Crushed goals
Could she take anymore?
getting out of bed was a battle
The world felt like a blazing fire
Her bed, her dreams, her world...
was her sanctuary
She hoped soon people would present her obituary
She’s struggling...
Maybe with a little caring ;
She would find her way.
But that’s too hard for you
I mean, after all you think this will pass like a little flu?
Don’t worry.
Not anymore
Soon she’ll be gone
not because that lady soul wilt be reaped
But because she will fight
Without you,
She will ignite that spark that lives inside her
And when she’s on fire
Being the best she can be
Mark my words
You will never be higher.
©Jowairiyya Khan
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Grade 11
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