Elizabeth, Year 10Sydney Girls High School

A Simple ThingIt’s a simple thing, a projection really,The physical manifestation of the unseeable,It symbolises more than what it is,Lengthy wires stretching, forming connections,Fitting in your hand and clinging to your ear,

Its weight is as light as guilt to those who have no conscience,It can be as deafening as the echo of a pin drop,Or as quiet as the tranquillity of a beating waterfall,It wears the colour white like a disguise,Masking the kaleidoscope you see inside.

It’s a simple thing, a representation really,Of all the emotions that fester through your mind,Acting as a passageway, unleashing something only identifiable by you,Something baiting, demanding to be felt,Beats flood your system, synchronising your body to a new pulse,Triggering a rise of goosebumps on your skinLinking you to what’s real and what you think is real,Allowing you to be present while you’re absent.It’s a simple thing, a dose of being real.