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What Matters 2019 Shortlist

What Matters 2019 Shortlist

Fade In

Fade In

Mia Ketteringham

Year 10, St Joseph's Catholic High School

Fade in.

On a 9 year old boy

Young.

And innocent.

Scared.

Of how wretched

It will get.

Fearful.

Of how much affliction

It will convey.

Petrified.

Of releasing his truth

To the censorious world.

He likes boys.

He isn't like

Most people.

But that doesn't mean

He's wrong

Right?

Wrong.

His difference makes him

An immoral

Insalubrious being.

Peoples twisted

Manipulated minds

Cause him devastation

And loneliness.

Pain and,

God forbid,

Even suffering.

Until

One split second,

CRACK!

The last

Of his pain arrives.

And not the first one

Is gone.

Fade out.

Fade In.

On a young woman

Living in her money-making hell

Tap-tap-tapping away

At her last little drop

Of integrity

Of morality

Of chastity.

Her mind is cascading

Into a deep well

Of inception as she rises

One last time

To deceive her fellow helots.

She's going

On a holiday.

A pleasant,

Pleasing holiday

To clear her

Congested head.

A trip to the

Illustrious canyon

Of desire

Should help

Fix her.

Right?

Wrong.

Her mind is too

Far truant

To be helped.

She arrives

At the bluff

With cheeks scarred

By the unrelenting

Wastelands of water

That her optics design.

It takes only

One moment

And then

SWISH!

She finally flies

And finally falls.

And another one

Is gone.

Fade out.

Fade in.

To a 61 year old man.

Colours of grey

Splashed upon his skin.

Lies leaking

From his lips.

Secrets hidden

Within his soul.

But once

They are out

There's no putting them

Back in.

One word

Triggers the effusion

And the fiction

Falls out.

But it's only

One argument.

One argument

With the woman

He claims to love

Even as he tells

Of his antics

With another.

It's only

One argument.

Right?

Wrong.

The dispute

Is more

Than what he

As a force

Can sovereign.

And he can sense it

Deep down

In the callous cavity

Of his contritioned heart.

But it simply takes

One gesture and,

BANG!

The red essence

Is spilt.

And not the last

Is gone.

Fade out.

Fade in.

To you.

A girl

Or maybe a boy.

A man

Or maybe a woman.

A mother

Father

Daughter

Son

Sister

Brother

Aunt

Uncle

Cousin

Grandmother

Grandfather

Valued.

You are

Valued.

Twenty four seven.

You are

Valued.

A blissful reflection

Of what this world

Should be.

Right?

Right.

You're a

Beaming light

Dancing on

The horizons

Of your entity.

You don't deserve

What comes after

This.

So don't.

Don't start to snap

Thinking that it

Will hurt less

Than life.

Don't take the leap

Thinking that it

Will help you

To fail to fly.

Don't pull the trigger

Thinking that it

Will be over

Quicker than your misery.

Because it

Won't.

I'm sure of it.

So sit down.

Let go

Of wanting

To go.

Cry.

If you need.

Because the harrowing

Fear of being

Is more than what

You can handle.

We won't judge.

We won't criticise.

We won't degrade

Your family name

Because of your agony

And

Affliction.

We will

Support you.

Carry you.

Adhere to you.

Because

REVELATION!

Life is worth it.

So are you.

Now watch as another one

Breathes again.

Live.