Cecilia The roots of a darkening elm tree grow slowly in the mind. Forming stories of a harsh reality hidden behind blue eyes. How does one emerge from darkness without going blind? When sunrise has taunted you and scarred you with its lies. The ruthless voices grow in darkness And drown you beneath a starry sheet of cries. Yet still, the evasive light shines just within reach. Know there’s still hope for you little dreaming girl; And that you shouldn’t worry the elm tree is just fine. I know you love it, but it always makes you cry. Look out of the window through which the twilight shines. From under its evasive trunk your body I will pry. Kayla Burney ’13
54 Pillars of Salt
