Sorrows Reflection
Simone Batra has loved writing poems and short stories since the first grade. She enjoys turning everyday experiences into beautiful, emotional scenes through her works. When she’s not being poetically reflective, you might find her singing, running, or coding!
The tear-stricken girl
Sniffs and takes the chair next to me.
I fish a pack of tissues out of my backpack and offer one to her.
I want to ask her
What made you this way?
So broken, so excruciatingly in pain?
But the most troubling of it all is
I was her. I am her.
I want to ask her
Who made you this way?
They stand a hundred miles tall
It feels as if they might swallow you up and
All you wanted was to reach as high as them
Past the stars and the moon
And play with them
And love them
And be loved by them
And feel wanted by them
You had wanted to belong
And that had once been achieved
But then you fell off the cliff
And no one came to rescue you.
Most of all
I want to tell her
How strongly I feel
I feel that there was a time
When we were not strangers.
But I say nothing
As she reaches for the tissue.
“Thanks.”
