What We Leave
by Elizabeth Anderson What we leave is ash and dust; And if the dust, and fading ash are all that’s left, won’t it be better to leave? To drown the call of hope and strangle love? But isn’t that what death means? Is it, truly? Or can you draw fire from the ashes and life with the dust? Can you make oceans with rain and art from drying leaves? Think of each forehead you have kissed, each hand that you have held; How many miserable lives have you inspired? If you die now, you bury yourself in regret. What does death mean? Remembrance of anguish, or generosity? To be a nobody, or a hero? Elizabeth Anderson is a sophomore at Linganore High School. When she is not writing, she enjoys contemporary dance, playing her clarinet and ukulele, and reading her favorite books. She loves taking social studies classes at school. |