My 10 year old wrote this poem for a school project. As I was reading, I was getting more and more alarmed. Had I misread her? Am I a bad parent? Read the poem, and then find out what it's really about at the end.
Over the Wall
The world was spinning
Around and around and around
It left me behind.
The tragedy crashed down on me
Like rocks falling in an ocean.
It broke the surface and stayed below.
Waves lapped against the shore
As people tried to mend my heart
While sadness twisted it
Into crazy shapes.
As pretzel. I'm still confused.
A worm. I don't understand.
A bird. I try to fly above my depression.
It's like a wall, a great looming wall.
It crushes my heart.
It crushes my dreams.
Over the wall I climb.
High, high, high, until the wall is nothing but a memory.
If I fall, I go right back up.
High, high, high.
Into the sky.
So I'm reading this (it was printed and mounted on a purple piece of construction paper) and thinking oh my god, my baby girl has some real issues. When I asked her what the poem was about, she told me it was about her grandfather, who recently died.
I just about fell apart myself and hugged her, thankful that she is in fact, a superb human being.