Newspapers In Education
The Cold Hearted Reality
By Gabrielle Halley
Seventh-grader at Presque Isle Middle School
This is a change.
The world around me
has walked away from me
and moved on.
The dead,
thin bodies of leaves
are carelessly
stacked on one another.
Being covered
by the white fluffy
substance called snow.
It’s so beautiful,
but if you look deeper
it shows
the disgusting reality.
I am not one of the leaves.
I should be very relieved,
but I’m not,
I’m ashamed.
I was a snowflake.
Gentle and delicate
like a new born child,
used to cover up
what this world really is.
I wish I could have known
that my actions
killed the leaves,
and I feel like
I killed myself as well.
Sadly, it will never
be spring all the time.
It always fades away.
All the fun memories
shattered like glass,
that I will never see again.
I wish I was a tree, to collect the innocent little leaves, but
I am not brave
and strong like a tree.
I’m a bystander.
Afraid to live
in the cold hearted world.
I’m terrified of winter.
The bitterness reminds me of my haunting memories,
that will always
stay inside my brain.
What scares me the most
is when I see snowblowers revealing the leaves.
Every time small wet tears run down my cheeks.
I feel the same
horrific pain again,
and I will until I die.
