I was alone when a fingertip grazed my arm,
And a hand tugged at my elbow.
Rise.
Then an echoing whisper.
Stay.
The hand tugged harder.
No, rise.
And harder. And harder.
And I was flying out of an unfamiliar abyss.
Looking back, I saw only darkness.
I was in the sun when I turned to see
That the figure that had lifted me up
Had the shape of my shadow.
Anisha Mittal (10H)