Believing

Believing

A Poem by Hillary Marie
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I felt bad about not having ANYTHING posted, so I dusted off this scrap of a free-verse poem and threw it on here. I'm really not a poet but everybody's got at least a few poems lying around, right?

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Believing

By Hillary Marie


I'm too old now -

many years too old -

to believe in the

monsters under the bed.

And the ghosts in the attic

are long gone -

except for sometimes

in my nightmares.


Too old to believe

in the tooth fairy's hand

under my pillow,

Too old to believe

in Santa Claus

slipping under the tree.


It's a little sad, I guess,

this business of being

all grown up.

But I still believe

in magic.


How can you not?

A summer night -

smell of sunlight

still caught in your hair

even as the darkness

settles, broken by fireflies

like fairylights.


A thunderstorm overhead,

low rumbles of thunder

the whispers of the children

who play in the clouds.


Rain drumming

like pixie-fingers

against your bare skin,

the lady in the moon,

laughing, singing,

peeking out from behind

a gray veil of clouds.


Just magic.


Feel of wet green grass

under your toes,

brush of faint warm breeze

tickling your arms.

Sitting on your porch

watching lightning

zigzag across the sky

in the distance, and wishing

you could catch some of it,

keep it forever because

it won't last.


I think it's a mark of achievement

to be old enough to know that

magic isn't real

and believe in it anyway.

© 2010 Hillary Marie


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Great poem. I really love the outdoors and this poem goes to show why I really love it. Great write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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*picks jaw up off the floor* I--I don't know what to say about this other than that I love this and it is definitely one of my favorite poems I have ever read. Unbelievably amazing. And I completely agree. Magic is real, very real. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


I found this very pretty and it digs deep into the soul. I greatly liked ow you stated that you didn't believe in Santa and the tooth fairy, but you believe in the natural magic.
Very beautiful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


a nice work...poets are like the stars...all you have to do is believe and express your most simplest of thoughts...

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Hillary Marie
Hillary Marie

Through the looking glass, IL



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Hi, I'm Hillary. I love to travel. I aspire to live abroad. I am sick to death of the suburb that I live in. Proud pagan. Please don't try to convert me. I get enough of that at home. Happy Lugh.. more..


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