Stories Untold
Alexis, Grade 10
When you swayed, a quiet blade of grass, open the windows
Now let the winds rest upon your shoulders. Your hair
And the blank silk scarf you tied around your neck
Flowed amidst the trails of migrating birds, like a flag
Proudly spread across the maps of North America
When you held your head up high, always be truthful
Now neglect your fears. Those freights, let them slip away
Like all the lies they’d told, under the silver moon
A shimmering smile cutting through the shades
Of the swirling starry night, spinning in your eyes
Your eyes. A thousand great lakes of frozen icicles
That no longer burned, piercing through your skin
They remained still in your grace. Old scars had spoken
A language of deceit, the blinding sun in your eyes
The color of a Promised Land, paved with God’s gold