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Cold bricks and iron gate
My doom awaits
I stumble into a room
With a hundred faceless features
My heart stutters. And falters feebly
As I stand among the blur of nameless people
My hand shakes, fingers scrabble desperately
As I to cling on to my waning courage
With the tips of my fingers
I wander numbly,
Class to class, anonymous and ignored
The new girl.
Through the haze of my dull, lonely days
Wrapped in my cotton wool of fear
I blink, and squint
I can see a blurred figure growing sharper in the distance
I can hear a muffled voice in my ear
Drawing me out of my sleepless slumber
A tall figure stands before me as I stand alone
Powerful, potent, proud
It walks beside me as I walk un-known
Through the hallways of my brand new school
with fragile footsteps
Day after day, until the day I am free
Passing cold bricks and iron gate
I realise that this figure beside me
Is me.
By: Fiona McDonagh
