Hermione
On one of many despairing nights
A soul wishing to take flight
Took leave of the body, choosing, it seems
To float hopelessly in the sea of lost dreams
Surrounded was I by rotting things
Things with slippery skin and unseeing eyes
Not quite dead but not alive
I saw the phantoms of what I once believed
Saw the corpses of what I once conceived
I floated in the sea of my lost dreams
In this gruesome sea of decay and death
I hoped that I’d soon take my last breath
Nothing has ever worked out for me
I only want to be set free
Of a life that mocks me at every turn
It was then that I heard the voice
“It grieves me that you’ve made this choice”
I ignored the sound and floated on
If I let it be, it will be gone
But the voice persisted in its call
Why have you forgotten me?
I am your Hermione
That plucky girl who won’t give in
Who keeps fighting although it seems she can’t win
How could you forget the dreams we dreamed?
With anger I defied the voice
Let me alone, I’ve made my choice
You’re nothing but a Mary Sue
And so I have no use for you
Nor for these foolish, floating dead
Mary Sues aren’t all bad, retorted she
They let you see what you want to be
And though some dreams can’t come true literally
You can bring them to life literarily
Your stories make the world better
In this world my stories have no place
I declared with a frown on my face
And nor, for that matter, a place have I
So take your dreams and say goodbye
Begone from my mind, Mary Sue
I know this world has hurt you, she said
Still, you’re not ready to be dead
There’s still more that you can do
Though you can’t see, there’s worth in you
I believe in you, and I’m your friend
What use are imaginary friends, scoffed I
I have no need for pie in the sky
I work all week, and when the week is done
I seek out a little bit of fun
Fun is a thing which I fear is in short supply
We used to have fun, Hermione opined
Back when you had an open mind
There was nothing you couldn’t do
You loved the characters who worked with you
Why would you send us away?
I’m sorry, said I, but no hope remains
Every day of life’s a strain
Although I work many hours and days
I don’t make enough for the bills to get paid
I’m simply too tired to dream any more
Hermione had no more to say
With a tear in her eye she floated away
I was sorry for her to leave
With ambition flown away, I am left to grieve
For the dreams which once gave me pleasure
A world without dreams
Is a dead world
Without promise
~Cie~
Notes:
This is autobiographical, and I am very, very tired.
I will miss this prompt.
Cross-posted to:
dotheflash.blogspot.com
poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com
strandsofeternity.blogspot.com
