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The Dance (Transcendence) See not my cross to bear. They tell me to ignore my pain,

By Alex “Stormy” Stewart, Grade 12 They tell me I don’t know my brain. How can they call this
fair?
I find myself caught in a dance,
Not one of joy, nor of romance. And all the while I’m losing time,
This is a dance of hate. Living a life that is not mine.
I hate the feeling, hate this game, This dance I’ve danced for all my years,
But nonetheless I dance the same. Through hate, confusion, toil and tears.
To dance here is my fate. And though you cannot see this dance,
For few will ever feel its trance,
I find a breath and take it in Be sure that it is why I grieve,
And without warning, the dance begins. You cannot join, I cannot leave.
I feel I’m in a cage. This dance has left me black and worn.
We step in rhythm to the beat, Into this dance, I have been born.
We step in time and feel the heat.
But it’s the heat of rage. So here I am, caught in this dance, Caught in this dark,
condemned romance. I know I can’t break free.
Why am I made to dance with him? I hate this boy, I hate his name, But he stays with me all all
His presence makes my mind turn grim. the same. For he is a part of me.
I want to tear myself away,
My hatred grows each passing day. Obsidian
Get out, I beg, out of this head, By Chris Raymond, Grade 11
Have they heard a word I’ve said?
Stuck with this man right from the start, Black, Dark, Cold
Stuck violating my own heart. The Original Façade
But, warmth and light bring
I never had a choice. No, I never had a voice. about a new hue in
I’m trapped inside of my own skin, With what I’m made to side of which you are no longer
keep within. Black, Dark, Cold
but instead a glowing warmth
See not my cross to bear. They tell me to ignore my pain, drawing us in
They tell me I don’t know my brain. How can they call this with glowing reds
fair? that corrupt the darkness

(Above) Music in the Streets of Galway, Emily Goldin, Grade 11, Photography.