The recently held GSAL Refugee Week Competition received a number of excellent student entries, all of which are shared below. The brief was to produce a piece of art/photography OR flash fiction/poem (max. word count 1,000) on the theme ‘healing’. The winning entries were: Dorothy (Year 7), Angus (Year 8 – art), Harry (Year 8 – poem) and Amelie (Year 12). CPD
How do you erase a blank page?
Days to weeks
My perfect picture now seemed scribbled
It seemed to have gone little by little
A Little less detail
A little less knowledge
Yet I did not acknowledge
These things I’m learning everyday
Always rub a bit away from the past
But time was going fast
Weeks to months
Where is the memory of so long ago?
A scribbled picture with a hidden logo
Where are the bombshells and where are the screams?
Are they nowhere to be seen?
Each second and minute I step unto this land
Bit by bit the picture is erased
Blown from my memory
Like sand in my hand
Where are the scars, the invisible scars?
Where are the fallen stars that they claimed to be ours?
Where are the houses I once called home?
Where is my scribbled picture and logo?
Minutes to hours
From my life to ours
Sharing my picture with others while they smile and ask
‘How does it feel now?’
I would stop, stare, and raise a brow
Then I questioned myself and asked
Have the scars not healed?
Are the aches from my ears not gone?
I feel no pain
Yet there is no way I could explain
The emptiness in my heart and my soul
The emptiness on my scribbled picture
Days to months, months to years
So sad to wave bye to my teenage years
Hormones homework they’re all gone
And so is the scribbled picture I had for so long
All there is, is a blank piece of paper
Rubber marks the remains of all these years
Now fear and I wonder can I erase a blank page.
My memory from the past gone
My scars from so long ago gone
My culture my captured culture gone
Is there even a real me?
Is healing not repairing?
I miss the past my troubled past
I missed the thought of having my own story to share
I missed the scribbled picture I had so unique so different to others
Then I’d close my eyes to sleep
Divergent colours, sounds and lights
None of them feels right
The only thing that feels familiar to me
Was the warmth that radiated from my hands.
My hands were warm
And so was my heart
And there was the scribbled picture
My memories’ art
I smiled and sighed
I felt relived
The scars were there – the scars we shared
And there it was my perfect picture
In my perfect dream.
Dorothy – Year 7
Angus – Year 8
Harry – Year 8
Amelie – Year 12
Jonty – Year 8
Ella – Year 8
Rebecca – Year 8
Zhwan – Year 8
Adam – Year 8