This one is a little dated, but I've chosen to post it this month as it's the most appropriate poem for recent times.
I'm going through the biggest writing block I've ever experienced, and up until recently, I had accepted that I was finished with poetry. Before I moved to Dublin, I was enchanted by everything. Taking the time to sit down and piece a poem together came easy and regularly..but now I'm struggling.
A year ago I wrote myself a letter, following the beginning of the happiness challenge, and in it I included all the things I wished to change about myself and the place I was during the time. I reminded myself why I started the challenge and explained my end goal. It was a fantastic idea!
I read the letter only last week and within the letter I told myself if I was to have stopped writing, for whatever reason, start again on the day I read the letter. I also told myself if I found an appropriate reason to stop writing, remember why and move on.
But I haven't found an appropriate reason to stop, I haven't even thought it through. One day I just put down my pen and move on from it. And that's not okay.
So the reason Away with the Fairies is so appropriate is because the story behind the poem explains the reality of paths and how there are multiple ways to get to the same destination. I like the idea of equality, though I'm not an activist. And with that, I like the idea of how we can start of in different places in life and still make it to the same success or the same failures.
Away with the Fairies
If I could find words to structure the way of the wind,
They could tell of a tale that will never rescind.
I would tell of a story, as you comfortably sat,
Of a girl, who danced away with the fairies,
And let the wind take her hat.
I would tell of the people who doubted her sense.
And how she proved them all right, as she took fierce offence.
She left a mess on the path that she strode on alone.
And left herself in the cold, until she froze to the bone.
Then along came another, who was next in the line.
She stayed clear of her path, and she was doing just fine.
Next the wind swept the mess to the path where she stood,
Which challenged her dearly, but she did the best that she could.
The first girl was offered a hand that felt warm.
And when she reached out and grabbed it, she took a new form.
They fell right in love, from the place where they sat.
Then she danced away with the fairies,
And she let go of her hat.
The next girl kept travelling on the path that she was.
Everyone that she met rejected her for her flaws.
She felt lonely inside, despite all the crowd.
And the silence was deafening, it had never been so loud.
She lost all of her hope that love would appear,
And she swore deep inside that she did not care.
She looked through the trees at the other girl's path;
She noted the happiness, and she wanted just that.
But the elders kept sayingv she'd be foolish at that.
If she danced away with the fairies,
And let the wind take her hat.
She knew all the better to risk taking the chance.
She seeked out a partner, who would allow her a dance.
Out reached two hands, cold as they were,
Though she did not reject them as they were just for her.
She took heed of the elders, but followed her heart.
The paths that they both walked; lay parallel apart.
And though they both looked mirrored,
Reflecting each path,
The second girl danced off with the fairies,
But held on to her hat.
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