Chesterfield Arts High School Writing Contest
Read the work of the 1st Annual Chesterfield Arts High School Writing Contest Winners
Poetry
1st Place: Emily Bumpus "A New Day"
2nd Place: Joyce Hankins "Keep On"
3rd Place: Jessice Airey "A Challenge to Change"
Honorable Mentions: Lindsay Appleman "The Reach"; Meghan McCarter "Stirring"; Amanda Mehrsheikh "The Struggle"; Grace Mosley "At the Foot of the Awakening"; Rachel Park "Pause in Descent"; Emily Sisson "Invisible Chains"; Christopher Smith "The Dreamer"
Prose
1st Place: Jessica Puckett "My Grandfather's Clock"
2nd Place: Taylor Maxwell "Love/Life at First Sight"
The sun peeps through the clouds
It's a new day
With every day comes new life
And new death
One flower's soggy petals wilting in the dew
Another's bright roots piercing the soil
An awkaing of the emotions
Pain and happiness
The excitement of a fresh beginning
The joy of a pure, ignorant child
But there's sadness with death
As you wish you loved one goodbye, forever
With every ending comes a new beginning
"Response to the Awakening" by Joyce Hankins
You've been fighting for so long
it's painful, I know, but
keep on
keep on
because you are so close
to finding yourself
so close to seeing what life can be.
keep on
keep on
shake away the layers
of meaningless dirt
they are not a part of you now.
keep on
keep on
as several toes materailize
feel the texture of freedom.
keep on
keep on
two hands poke through:
touch the essence of truth.
keep on
keep on
an arm sprouts upward:
test the range of movement
that loosed chains give.
keep on
keep on
a leg springs forth:
stretch it out
prepare to stand up
for what you believe in.
keep on
keep on
your face emerges bravely.
use your new found voice
to proclaim.
all that had been silenced.
keep on
keep on
listen to the confidence
tat fresh air has endowed.
keep on
keep on
taste the liberating shafts of sunshine
keep on
keep on
and open your eyes.
"A Challenge to Change" by Jessica Airey
I sleep.
Surrounded by warmth and comfort,
ease and sober pressure, lying regally beneath
the earth the embraces me.
I gravely rest in this natural place.
Perhaps a sun rises and falls somewhere
Maybe it is far above, far away
Distantly a thought forms
But not here, never here
Cocooned in a sanctuary of memory and sod.
It will not be.
It cannot be.
I break. Awakening.
Fingers grip the sky, clutch at the air.
I thrash against the wind.
Cold sweeps my skin
Strange and stunning
I am shocked by its chill, a stranger to this naked world
Exposed, I struggle, reaching and aching
My cries are swallowed, mouth opened dry and wide
My fingertips wet as the rain pierces me.
Never easy, always new, always foreign
Finally here, the pain is shockingly unfamiliar.
But it must be.
It will be.
I arise, alive at last.
I awake.
May it never be said of me that I slept on
While others rose, altering existence
Penning their names to change and challenge
Offering themselves to love, sacrifice, passion, dedication, work
Fighting fate, all effords to coldly echo warmth.
Who will wake?
Only the brave?
Only those with something to say?
Only those who bear a consuming grudge:
Only those whose self-destructiveness happens to coincide with noble generosity?
No, let us rise and be the awakening.
A stunning burst of morning
in a sleeping world, a change.
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