<Prompt 13: Write a Self-Help Poem> Oooh. I am tired, but I am loving the wildness of where this one is going. So I will write down what I have and come back to it later.
Once upon a time there lived a golden child
who followed a trail of bright flowers
deep into the heart of the forest.
That’s you, in case you hadn’t picked it up,
and the forest is the life you are wandering in.
This is the story you chose for your own
in those rainbow days before you were born.
Oh, for most of us, and much of the time,
the forest is fairly navigable, and not too scary.
But sometimes we get caught in the brambles,
overwhelmed by the shadows, befriended
by suave and creepy fellows in wolfskin.
We forget how to find our way,
forget that we are the main character,
the child of the glorious day,
forget our identity,
forget our destiny, our star
forget how to follow our guides,
forget who they are.
So step into the clearing, Dearies.
Have a seat by the fire.
Here’s a little advice:
Keep following the flowers,
the butterflies, the little birds,
whatever drew you in here in the first place.
Go ahead and flirt with the wolves,
but don’t give them Grandma’s address.
Breaking and entering is still
breaking and entering, Sweetie,
even if it’s a cute little cottage.
You never know what’s in the oatmeal.
Listen to the doll your mother gave you.
Your mother’s voice inside yourself
will always lead you true.
Beware of riddling with old women.
Always remember your manners,
and always be kinder than necessary.
There’s a happily-ever-after
right around the bend,
but you might have to travel
half a lifetime and complete
three impossible tasks
to reach it.
1. Appearing in a friend’s dream. I feel like my day and night selves are working in tandem.
2. Cozy clothes on a cold day
3. Sourdough bread–I finally got the stuff baked, after two and a half days of proofing and rising and prepping.
May we walk in Beauty.