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My Ariel

November 25, 2014
By mermegstephanie BRONZE, Middlesex, New Jersey
mermegstephanie BRONZE, Middlesex, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." -Sylvia Plath


My Ariel, oh Ariel

Where have you gone to?

Are you trapped in a mirror?

Or hidden inside a dark of smoke or 

a lipstick tube?

 

Childish dreams locked away

Hidden and hushed as a rainy day.

How I do miss my child's play

 

My Ariel, oh Ariel

Has you're dream collapsed?

"My dream has not collapsed." I hear

her say.

It grow in you.

 

My vast ocean, my vast horizon

Let me join the surf and my legs as

one

But babies cry,

And I fall over

My scream reaches the sky and wind

carries it away

 

Such violence in adults

I prefer childhood play

The blind are better off.

 

Carry me away to you're underwater

Kingdom of coral stained life

I long to be the queen of my own

destruction

And free to play, childish games.

For now I hide,

waiting for my summons.

i watch my own wake up warm, I

reach them with cold hands

 

Many nights pass by and

By.

Childs play has left

My children wear the locket of hope I 

once did.

Of freedom and carelessness alike

 

I think I will not give-in-to the 

normality of society, or a freckle on

the face of age

I am now a caregiver to the little

ones and their own childhood

dreams

 

My eyes long to close from lack of

breath and 

Sleep. Sleep, sleep

Is what I long for.

I close my eyes but awaken shortly 

to glowing embers of hope

I have given-in to the restraints of

age

 

I long to see the kids I shared with as

a child

 

I grab the hand reaching towards my

center

Pulling me

Into a familiar scene, one of

Childhood play and my aged

youthful dreams.

 

Oh friend, my friend,

Where has that Ariel gone?

Has she driven herself mad,

Waiting for my return?

My kingdom, my kingdom of dreams

Lies in shambles

It is not all that it was and different

from what it seemed.

 

My daughter, my dream killer

Mother's now here-

Please don't look down,

Play with me!

I watch you from my kingdom of sea,

Beside my Ariel,

I found her

Youth has set us free.


The author's comments:

Much inspiration came from poet Sylvia Plath, who has a collection of poems titled Ariel. After her death she left behind two children, and while I was writing this, I imagined that being a mother only made her miss her youth. This is just showing that childhood never dies, despite the changes taking place in someones life.


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