Life gave me lemons


First, He threw them at my body.

Blue and purple bruises

Artistically painted onto my skin.


He caressed his knife

And then drove it through

The soft skin of the lemon,

Its sour juice spraying the blade.


With ease, He then swept his blade

Across my cheek.

The lemon  juice stinging my skin

As deep, scarlet droplets

Spread across the floor.


He picked up half of his lemon

And squeezed it into my right eye,

Then my left.

As I cried tears full of faith

and devotion.


He sat there and watched

As the juice trickled down my cheek

Into my raw cut.


he took a hold of a lemon,

Gently stroking my bruises

With tender love and affection,

Before threateningly lifting his hand

Causing me to flinch.


he dropped the lemon

And let it roll across the floor.


life gave me lemons

So I made lemon meringue pie

By: Kiran Matharu



Hi everyone, I thought I would do something a little “untraditional” and put up a poem that I have written. This poem is based on the famous quote that says, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”

Why would you make lemonade when you can make something so much better?

There are going to be many events in our lives that challenge us and continually beat us down. Our real challenge is not whether or not we can make it through those ordeals, but rather to find the rays of light that shine down on us in those troubled times, no matter how sparse that light is. It’s really difficult to see the bright side of things at times, but the bright side is always there. Sometimes we just have to look a bit harder to notice it and let it flourish.



Yours Sincerely,

Kiran Matharu

Miss Teen Hamilton Region-World 2013

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