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William Roberts
Grade 12
The chill of a winter wind pierced through the
threadbare cloth covering a small boys famished and
atrophied body. Rather a man now, but left in the same body
of the boy who had entered this destructive and corrosive
place so many years ago. The abject conditions he was forced
to endure had taken their unremitting toll on his once
healthy and resplendent body. Ignoring the cold he had
become so accustomed to, he stood erect under the dark
blanket covering the world over his head; a blanket
incapable of warming his frail figure, yet so overwhelmingly
comforting as to warm his heart and mind. Staring up at the
glinting light scattered throughout the darkness, each speck
of light representing some world, some universe, some reality
not his own, he stood and let his imagination wander to these
worlds where children would laugh and play and humanity
lived in harmony, all in stark contrast to the reality of the
world around him that he saw whenever he averted his gaze
from the warm blanket above.
His captivation at these tiny specks of light gave him a
pleasure to await with anticipation. To most, the darkness of
the blanket stifled the imagination and suppressed all hope,
obscuring their view of future happiness with an
impenetrable blackness and rendering them incapable of
maintaining their nearly extinguished optimism. But the boy
did not focus on the darkness. He knew that the darkness
was not meant to extinguish the light, but rather to provide a
canvass for thousands of smaller lights, tiny hopes that when