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Noname

A Poem, Written by Me, About an Alternative Perspective to a Disney Favorite: Tinker Bell

By Isabel GravesPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Noname.

With moments passing so quickly I can only remember his worrying eyes.

One moment I am sitting in the comfortability of his warm hands, surrounded by this beautiful land we've made

With its splashes of color, our hidden treasures, our secrets, and our games

The next I am sitting cold against the crumpled leaves with only the fire keeping me warm

My head is spinning, and my arms are turning blue,

Who is this girl that took your glow and made it her own?

You say her name and I felt my heart shatter inside my tiny frame.

She is sitting on the dirt beside you, making mumbled conversation with the boys and only for a few moments you cannot take your eyes off me

The sound of static came with their words exchanged as I focus on the clock's tick fading, your hand touching hers, but your eyes locked on mine

My wings carried me beside you for so long but now they cripple beneath my body as your tears fall like ocean tides

I was hopeful, I tried, I forgave and watched as you made what used to be irreplaceable suddenly replaceable.

Wendy

She who stirs the magic in the air we once shared breaths of

Wendy

The wind that caught you by the ankles and swept you to the ground

Wendy

The wrong one who had you so trapped in her atmosphere you lost touch of what was down here

Neverland.

She took our games, she took our boys, she took your eyes and she stole

Your heart

But in this moment, I can feel you finally see me

She said she didn't believe but all I needed was for you to

As I wait hopeful, barely clinging for my last breath for you to tell me you believe,

I see her wrap her eyes around your throat and pulls you towards her, her soft lips issue a kiss as she whispers a hollow "I am sorry."

She grins beneath your eyes, hidden from everyone but me.

And just like that your attention shifts. You embrace her in your grief as I lay there, burning out.

I try to shout, I try to scream,

"JUST SAY YOU BELIEVE, PLEASE"

reaching out my limp arm to touch you, but

But it was too late.

She'd taken all your light

and like a match,

Mine was out.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Isabel Graves

Feminist & Airing Writer. Activist & Advocate. Actress & Musician.

#BlackLivesMatter #PussyBitesBack #GetOutAndStayOut

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