I wrote this poem when I was in grade nine. I received a B-, which I think is rather low for such teenage insight! My teacher at the time was notorious in her despise of all things dark and tragic, ‘death’ was a big taboo. I however was dark and tragic. I loved exploring the darker aspects of human nature. The pain, the hurt, the emotional messiness that encompasses life. I don’t think she grasped the depth of this poem. Only four lines, it nonetheless speaks volumes 🙂

If life is death,

And death is hell,

And hell is life,

Who can tell?

In gratitude,

Marissa xo