Ella Gardiner

Today there is so much pressure on young people, it affects their psychology. The following series of poems explore well-being amongst adolescents. Anne Frank was right when she said “think of the beauty still left around you and be happy.” It is this message that is being lost, especially through social media and exam pressure, and needs to be brought to fore today.

Their Story

1:50pm

train tracks

Bath

shining paint

gleams in the morning sun

1:55pm

a bridge rumbles

with cars

in the opposite direction

the tracks

narrow into fields

1:57

flowers litter the rusted wooden slats

I watch

I wait

2:00

he is opposite me

back turned

suited, satcheled

his head twitching to his earphones.

2:05

people gush onto the platform

a family, a father

chattering, gesticulating

nudges the man

my man

I’m watching

2:07

the man falls

the father turns

struggling, reaching

out his hand

2:08

screens watching

I’m watching

a newcomer arrives

tries to help the man

looks around

appealing

begging

a wall of phones

2:09

the train from Dorset

arrives one minute early

2:10

Their story is recorded.

3 Fates

2 weaving

1 snipping

Am I before the cut?

After the cut?

Am I the cut?

It’s Christmas

Bound for Lapland

Our flight cancelled

Redirected to Helsinki, Amsterdam

We stole sweets from the lobby

Laughing, free ... guided

By our youthful innocence.

Our worst family holiday?

No.

I saw Santa put Rudolf in the back of a van!

We were together

A family

Together

... but not forever.

Snip

School arrives

Control, responsibility

Freedom

                                slides

Snip

You learn to live in the

Future

The present is lost.

Exams grow closer.

Snip

Pressure looms

The training, the pathways,

Future is engraved on the door.

What is my future?

Snip

Do I have a future?

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Snip

Not in the Moment

The moment is here… on my screen,

The moment will be here… in my head,

Yet the moment has passed.

The moment illuminated in a panel of glass,

The sound of the bass and the bright lights,

Dulled by the inadequate lens.

The moment is shared and repeated in pretence,

An attempt to awaken the green beast within,

But is this an achievement?

The moment is planned but not for the first hand,

Staged to be the best it can be

…Yet the moment was never intended for me.

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