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of the world and the darkness along the path that laughed an evil laugh, but it intrigued me and I needed to know more. I thought that
I could bring back the light that had been so kind to me. The light that had held my hand and made me smile. But in the dark I started to see things in people. It was as if their flaws had been
painted onto their front. And it scared me; what if I became like them? But I wanted to know more about them, and how they let this happen, so I kept going.
    I asked the dark about the light and the smiles it brought and why people here are afraid of the darkness. And it drew me in, it kissed my lonely lips and filled me with fables and stories and
told me what I could be and it made me its lover but all the while it was weighing me down, ready to throw me in for the vultures.
    The light tried to warn me. But it all seemed so easy and simple and I thought I was in control. I thought that good things were soon to come. One day my foot got stuck in a root of an old tree.
The tree laughed at me for falling and let its roots curl up around my leg, making its way to my torso until it consumed my whole body. Then it squeezed me tighter and tighter, crunching my bones
and making my eyes go pop and it didn’t stop as I screamed and tried to escape its grasp. But when I stopped trying to break free, it passed me from root to branch until I was at its tallest
limb. Here it let me swing like a pendulum, it let the fear of falling grow and grow and then it let that fear grow to hope. And when it knew that I was wishing and dreaming of falling it placed me
down gently and let me be. It knew that this was a much worse fate than falling. I continued on my way, being drawn in with hope and idealistic little dreams of what could be.
    The road has ended now. I ask my friend the darkness where it is, to help me, and it laughs. And it laughs and laughs and the trees join it and the shadows join them and soon everyone is
laughing but me. And I don’t understand. And then I see that I have been fading; I’m not the person I started out as. I am the darkness and I am the badness. I am the coldness and I am
the fear. I have become all that I was afraid of and that does not make me brave or strong. It makes me weak and fragile. I can see that I could not bring back the light, I’ve been made
feeble by the dark. And I can see now that nothing was real. And what now? Nothing. I am nothing and I shall never return. Maybe I don’t want to and maybe I don’t deserve to.
    Maybe this is my home.
     

Haiku
    H ANNAH O’B OYLE
    Inkless white paper.
    I cannot think of the words
    to bring you to me.
     

To My Redo Button
    E MMA S HEVLIN
    I don’t know how I found you,
    Hidden among the trees.
    We’ve started our new journey,
    And must follow the gentle breeze.
    It carries the pieces with it,
    The shards that are my heart,
    Over to greener pastures.
    I’ve come back to the start.
    A beginning where I am whole,
    A canvas awaiting the paint
    To give the plain some colour
    Even if those hues are faint.
    Fly with me among the clouds,
    We’ll soar and twist and turn.
    We’ll dance among the shining rays,
    Be careful not to burn.
     

Off to the Right
    E MMA S HEVLIN
    There’s a spark down deep inside,
    It pricks as sharp as pins.
    It makes me feel alive for once,
    Lets me forget my sins.
    This feeling rushing through me,
    Ignites my every cell
    Because for these few minutes
    I’ve broken from the shell.
    I’m not the one called stupid.
    The little girl known as innocent.
    I can be the one you’ve wanted,
    A moment’s bliss ...
    That has been spent.
    Because I am alone again,
    The moment has gone by,
    But I won’t crumble to pieces.
    I would not dare to cry.
    I am like a jam jar
    With the lid screwed extra tight,
    Locked up in a cupboard
    Somewhere to the right.
    I’m better off out of sight.

Dust on the Tracks
    C AELEN F ELLER
    We see a sea of faces,
    Their features pressed against the glass,
    Dulled eyes lost in