Shifting Reality
How can you tell what’s real
When you’ve witnessed the most unrealistic sights?
How can you not begin to question society’s sanity
When you find yourself fighting and fighting and fighting?
But suddenly you aren’t fighting for them anymore—
Their reason for fighting becomes nothing but a blurred irrational memory
You aren’t fighting to defend them to spare them to save them—
No.
You fight to keep your brothers alive— to keep your brothers breathing
You come to realize how lucky you once were
You were lucky because you once had it so easy.
You begin to feel like life has just stopped
Like you’re slowly but surely losing your mind
It breaks you apart piece by piece revealing who you really are
You start to see yourself in a different light
As a boy
Behind this armor we hide behind we are nothing more than boys
fighting our way through
hell
Laina L. (Grade 9)
