In poetry and prose
Written when I was fourteen this is the first real poem I ever wrote. As children we all ask 'why?' Some of us grow out of it, the rest of us keep on questioning.
The emotions we go through when we are about to lose someone we love forever are universal.
Sometimes we hang on to life by a thread. There is nothing but us and our maker, no props, no security, no-one and nothing that can help. We are faced with the insignificance of our existance and the fear that all we believe in is a lie. This is when we realise that our faith is in the questions, not the answers.