Kayla, Age 12, Peterborough, ON
I sit alone
Can pain shatter a heart, as though it were thin glass?
Will a bit of soul turn to ice, as a terrible deed is done?
Is it only I who wonders?
Still alone Iím questioning.
What would happen if all love were to die?
Why, when people do things so horrid, do we forgive?
Are there no true answers?
Alas, I fear, I shall forever be questioning.
Should a friendless person die, will their death have meaning?
Why, must there be death, when there is so much to live for?
Sadly there are not true answers for questions such as these,
But I shall continue questioning,