Little Black Shoes

By Patricia Gaille Tiu (Grade 10 – Luna )

Back to the time I first felt fear,
a little age of seven
with a conscience cohered.
Stubborn I was,
proud and complex,
hard to love, and
easy to vex.
Yet, one day sat I
in the middle of the room
all dark and dull,
when a sudden gloom
tore through my mind.
I watched from afar
to see my world all torn apart
for just a split second.
A second it took,
but enough for me to
refuse a second look.
Questions arose, and panic ensued.
Where did I fit in these little black shoes?
What was happening, and where do I go?
A frightening place it was for a seven-year old.