A Poem by Ally Charleston

They used to tell me about magic.

All the wonderful things it produced.

The sparkles and the tricks,

The innocence it depicts,

But mostly all the love it introduced.

I used to search for magic.

Day in, and day out I wandered.

I looked within movies and books,

In crannies and nooks,

Its actual existence I never pondered.

I used to dream about magic.

Wondering when I would get my super power.

When I would breathe underwater,

Which monster I’d slaughter,

The normal world appearing just too dour.

I began to doubt magic.

As I got older and bigger.

For its appearance I had waited,

Until reality could not be debated,

What was its trigger?

I started to forget about magic.

I traded its true meaning for reality.

Gone were the desires I dreamed,

Almost suddenly it seemed,

Until I lost the magic in me.

© 2013 Ally Charleston

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Added on June 1, 2013
Last Updated on June 1, 2013