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What Matters 2019 Shortlist

What Matters 2019 Shortlist

A Monster's Wish

A Monster's Wish

Julia Pulickal

Year 9

Your books fall onto the floor.

You reach down to pick them up.

Pain sears through your back.

They smirk amongst themselves.

It seems they have their next meal.

Those wheels will never steer you away.

Away from their scarlet dripping fangs.

You look down at the ground.

You wish you could fade away.

Wheels.

Skateboarders have wheels.

Bicyclists have wheels.

Even gangsters have wheels.

But your wheels make you look stupid.

Your wheels make you look weak.

Your wheels make you look...

um, disabled?

Wait, no. That's not right.

You ARE stupid.

You ARE weak.

You ARE disabled.

You wish you could be a normal human being.

Monsters.

Everyone hates monsters, you think.

Monsters can't run, jump or skip.

Monsters just don't belong.

Monsters can't ever be considered normal.

But you are a waste of space.

You are everything no one wants to be

You are a despicable monster.

You wish you could let go of the voices in your head.

Dreams.

Everyone has dreams, you think.

There is nothing wrong with their dreams.

But your dreams are forests of fire standing in your way.

Your dreams are prisons that choke you until you drown in their excruciating agony.

Your dreams are...

slipping through the cracks, telling you to no longer exist in this, otherwise perfect world.

You wish you died in your mother's womb, instead of living that day.

Scars.

There are scars from gashes.

There are scars from burns.

There are even scars from pimples.

But your scars are different.

Your scars are streams of tears carried through years of tiring persistence.

Your scars are imprints of the words that were used against you.

Your scars are what make you...

you?

You wish you could see the sunset once more before you go.

Talents.

Everyone has talents, you think.

Talents aren't just given to the best dressed.

Talents aren't just given to the richest or the poorest.

Talents aren't even given to any living thing.

But your talents are a secret worth keeping.

Your talents glimmer under your skin, waiting for you to embrace them.

Your talents are what makes your heart beat faster.

Your talents are...

God-given?

You wish you could be the proud moon in the night sky, smiling down on the world.

Beings.

There are passionate people.

There are evil bosses.

There are even two-faced friends.

But you are like a sunflower reaching upwards, to feel the Sun on your cheeks.

You are like a happy child, who almost feels normal.

You are like a human being.

Wait, no. That's not right.

You ARE a patient sunflower, waiting for the Sun.

You ARE a radiant child, who finally feels normal.

You ARE...

a HUMAN.

You wish you could know just how beautiful your world was, without all the hatred.

Your books fall onto the floor.

You reach down to pick them up.

Pain sears through your back.

You smirk at the voices in your head.

It seems that they have lost their next meal.

Those wheels steer you away with a smile.

Away from the darkness in the tunnel.

One step towards endless sunsets.

One step towards being the moon in the sky every night.

One step towards...

the challenges that lay ahead tomorrow.

You don't wish you could fade away.

But you believe that YOUR voice is the only thing that matters.