Page 19 - The Muse 2019-20 Issue

Healing of Dance
It was hard to watch you slip away
My smile around you felt interminable When I lost you I felt I could never smile Not even for a second
Anger
Guilt
Hopelessness
A part of me was stolen
A dam was up to keep the flood of my emotions
Dance
In
the slight movement
of my
fingertips the flood
came through
The water danced with me
I couldn’t speak
so I moved to my feeling
eventually learned to use
my voice
The part of me that was stolen grew back My happiness
-Paulina Guerra, Grade 8
Blue Ribbon
The Things We Left Behind
I walk down the street At my new house New life
Fresh start
Yet I cannot
Will not
Forget about
My past life
That night
That fearful night
The one we thought we were going to die We all left something behind
I, I left my pink ragdoll.
The most comforting object in my collection
The one that brought me hope
And kept me going through the toughest of times
My brother left his Superman action figure.
The one that inspired him to do good
To be someone that the world remembered
To be a hero
My mother left her trust in that fire.
Now, she is not quite the same
Her eyes always dart around the room
As if she is worried tragedy will strike
My father left his ring.
His wedding band,
One of the few things that reminded him of that day. Lost, forever.
The things we left behind,
Might not seem very important
But each one of them
Held a special place in our heart
Without them, we are not the same people we used to be We can try, try to fit in, try to be like everyone else
But, like an unsolved puzzle,
We are always missing a piece.
-Alexa Smith, Grade 7
Blue Ribbon
Olivia Johnson, Grade 8
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