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My Ariel
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.
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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.