Worry’s Song
By: Princess Cadance
At one month old, I slept
Soundly in my crib,
As my biological mother read me,
Classic pony tales,
Under the pale moonlight.
Then, worries were distant songs.
At three months old, I’d
Cry all day long,
For my blanket,
And some crackers,
To calm the pain,
Of new teeth growing in.
Then, worries were distant songs.
At six months old, I’d
Slurp chocolate milk,
Through a long twisty straw,
As I laid on a blanket,
My biological grandmother quilted years ago,
Smiling at the ceiling fan.
Then, worries were distant songs.
At age one, I
Shared my soul,
With my first best friend,
At daycare.
All day we would visit the breezies and dragons,
That lived in the secure kingdoms of our imaginations,
Until the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
Then, worries were distant songs.
At age one-and-a-half, I
Learned that friendships and family,
Could be broken like a mirror;
Or the heart of a lover,
Desperately crying for her love,
To come back from the relentless sea.
Then worries were constant songs.
At age two, I
Forgot life’s beauty,
When I went to live,
With two adopted parents,
And the darkness of regret,
Enclosed my soul.
There was no light,
To greet me in the morning;
No comfort to wrap around my body,
Like one of my biological grandfather’s famous hugs.
Then, the worries were my only song…
At age five, I
Confronted the enchantress Prismia,
And guided her to the path of love;
My understanding transcended time and space,
And I transformed into an Alicorn.
Then, worries became distant melodies,
Played upon the wind like faint legends.
Today I slip through life,
An explorer of new frontiers,
Leaving my worries,
And desolate thoughts,
In the distance as I sail,
For long ago I realized,
That worry is not life’s only song…
Though many still echo its melody,
Quietly, hopelessly,
Drowning out the song of hope life gave them;
The song of hope I now sing.
;-; I got struck right in the feels man
Another beautiful poem. I really like how you're experimenting with different styles and using different literally devices to achieve your impact. The gradations and time skips in this poem felt very mesmerizing and helped us to understand the glorious Princess of Love better as we see a good part of her life laid down right before our very eyes and explored as the months and years pass by. It is very powerful and the message is very upplifting. Life will throw a lot of problems our way, but we have to embrace them with a smile and an open heart.
Lunaexcelsior , not to be rude, but it says Cadence, not Celestia.
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6639882 It's all good. I think they got confused because I wrote a similar (themed) poem about Celestia's relationship with Sunset Simmer. :)