I could hear the waves crashing above me

as I dove into the deep, dark, sea.

I felt the coral so sharp,

as I saw my hand glazing over it.

There was silence everywhere,

yet at the same time, noise

sounded in all places.

I’m Jewish, and my grandparents were in the Holocaust and it would be really different if they weren’t. My grandmother has a really amazing story as do many other Jews and non-Jews.

When the stars lose a

bit of their shine

And it comes down on Earth.

A horse will rise.

A horse white as moon.

With a mare grey as a

thundercloud.

Its hooves will sound

like thunder

Nobody knows what really goes on in her mind, her life. In school Sarah is always happy always smiling. To everybody that is Sarah. Home, Sarah is a little different. Home, Sarah is sad, lonely, mean. Every day she is hiding, hiding from those mean words, the icy glare, the horrible thoughts.