Poetry, Grades 7 – 9: First Place

Quickening Heartbeat— Leah Truskinovsky

I quietly whisper in the darkness,
“I am ready; I will do this.”
A long, winding, endless path
Lies before me,
Promising misery, suffrage, but hope.
A mockingbird’s song quietly echoes
In the distance, leaving a
Sudden feeling of safety.
I feel alone with this vast fabric that can
So easily be torn.
I have long abandoned trying to ask,
But now, I know.
“I am ready; I will do this.”
A condescending breeze
Whips my face, telling me that
I know better.
I truly am ready now.
The plan is already laid out
As I push open the door.