If I were Alice in the Looking Glass,
I wouldn’t look back
I would let my Jabberwocky fears
fight me through my tears
If I were Dorothy in Oz,
I wouldn’t click my heels,
I’d leave the Emerald City
and go to the poppy fields
I let my Cinderella fantasies
become a deeper part of me
but the slipper never fits,
that broken slipper, that broken dream,
and Prince Charming’s never who he seems
Peter Pan, come take my hand
fly me to NeverNever Land
I’ll fly with you, past the North Star
will the fairy dust take us very far?
Guess not.
Dreams begin so gently,
and end so quickly
Hopes just linger like cobwebs
Is reality what invades my head?
If I get lost,
don’t find me.
If I go crazy,
let me be.
I wrote this when I was probably 14 but it has always been one of my favorites. I’ve made very few, very small changes (blood used to flow around the broken slipper and the broken dream but that’s just a bit melodramatic for me now). Anyways, I’ve had this memorized forever, I love all of those stories and the fantasy of being in an alternate world. Of course, the characters always realize they want to be home after leaving home for a while, but the fantasy remains a good one. And of course, doesn’t every girl at some point hope to be rescued from what ever cell-like tower she perceives herself in? But I have a whole other slew of poems about that.
