shattered remains
By Malak Ibrahim, 16, Pennsylvania
i have spent my life under a rock
not knowing what it means to live
i’ve spent my life in solitude
waiting for the moment
when i wake up and discover that i’m
not alone
i stare into the mirror, not only at myself
but at the memories long past
my eyes start to water,
filling up with the overwhelming doom and despair
that enveloped the rest of my life
i know that i’ve never truly experienced being alive
and that for the rest of my life
no matter how hard i try,
my attempt at living will be just that
an attempt
This poem, funnily enough, was written while watching Dead Poets Society. While not a personal favorite, I couldn’t help but draw connections between the characters and my own life.
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