Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
seanan_mcguire
  • Mood: thoughtful
  • Music: Florence and the Machine, "Queen of Peace."

Poem: At the Edge of the Wood.

I am not a little girl, said the child at the edge of the wood,
And I am not a little boy, but I have a cloak and a hood,
And I know where the wolves will be waiting,
And I know that the owls sing for me,
And I have no more time for your labels.
I will go where the story takes me.

I am not afraid to try, said the child with the moon in their hair,
And I am not afraid to fall, for I know what my story can bear,
And I know that the wolves have been waiting,
And I know who I'm learning to be,
And I have no more time for denials.
I will go where the story takes me.

I am not alone tonight, said the child who had journeyed so far,
And I am not confused or lost, I am following my signal star,
And I tell you that you can come with me,
And I promise I'm someone to trust,
For we have no more time to waste weeping.
Let us go where the story takes us.

(For a friend who is having some personal changes and realizations, and needed a path drawn through the wood for them.)
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  • 32 comments

marziek

August 7 2016, 16:20:56 UTC 11 months ago Edited:  August 7 2016, 16:24:09 UTC

I've returned several times now to read this poem. It's very beautiful and I hope that the person for whom it's been written takes comfort in these words. Labels are like cages. The promise of an open door, and following that guiding star, are ideas poignant and powerful.

seanan_mcguire

August 10 2016, 18:10:11 UTC 11 months ago

Thank you.