Poetic Justice

Dear Sara:

Dear Sara,
Do you see how much I've grown?
Those wisps of hair, are no longer
Stuck to my forehead,
Mixed with the joy of afternoon Sweat.

Perhaps you'll be proud of me,
Those days we would sit,
Side by side,
Playing with our dolls,
Brushing their hair,
And changing their dresses.

Those days have been replaced by
Shorter days.
I play no longer with dolls,
Because I have more important things To do.

Such as brushing my own hair,
It has to be to perfection.
Such as changing my own dresses,
But see...
They're not dresses.
To be honest I just wear what they tell Me to wear.

Who is this they, I speak of,
You ask me.
Well, they,
The people I looked up to,
The people we looked up to.
The person I wished to be...

Well it seems I've gotten my wish.
Because now I am them,
With only a few consequences of
Course.
I have to judge, I have to scoff,
I have to rebel,
I have to be perfect.
That's all I need
Quite simple indeed.

Have you heard of them before?
I call them pretenders.
The rest of the world, calls them,
Society.
And guess what?
I am one of them.

Aren't you proud of me Sara?
I don't cry over fallen popsicles,
Or toys I want,
Like I did,
So long ago.

Don't get me wrong,
It's not like I don't cry anymore.
Truthfully, I cry even more,
Than I did before.
But not because of silly reasons.

My tears are worth it,
This time.
I cry over not being the best,
I cry over a broken heart,
I tear myself across splintered words.
I cry because I want my voice to be
Heard,
Because I want my feelings to be felt.

But Sara,
There is one thing,
I know you can't be proud of me for.
That day,
I tossed my childhood aside,
I said goodbye to goofy grins, along, With my dream of becoming a water
Nymph.

I tossed you aside too Sara.
I said goodbye to all our wonderful
Memories.
You aimlessly chasing me around,
Our imaginary water fountain.
Beautiful days indeed,
And then us growing that seed,
That advocado seed,
Do you remember?

When we danced for no reason at all,
And we'd jump on the bed,
And watch each other breathlessly
Fall.
We'd hide behind the trees,
Saying we're in a forest.
We'd put a box on drain water,
Saying we're sailing the seas.

If I am honest with you Sara,
I had forgotten about all those Memories,
All those careless days ,
Those wistful strays.
All those faraway yesterdays.

Do you remember that seashell Necklace,
That we had created.
You told me I can have it,
So that I may never forget you?

Well I found yesterday,
Stuffed in a box,
Filled with old memories.

All I wish to say to you Sara,
My best friend for the longest of times
Is that I am sorry,
For letting you leave my mind.
After I promised you solemnly,
That it would never happen.

But now,
I say that I have to set you free Sara,
From my imprisoning mind.
I have to let you go,
Let you go,
Back to imaginary land,
Where I had first come across you.

I'm sending you back home,
Only because I can't give you hope,
Where hope belongs.

You need to play with another little
Girl,
Who sits all by herself,
In need of a best friend.
I need you,
To be that best friend Sara.
The one you had been to me,
Not so long ago.

I thank you for all our memories,
All our adventures,
All our finding expeditions,

But dear friend,
As I stared down at the necklace
Made of seashells,
I realised,
That it was as non-existent,
As you always were.

~ns

(A/n: We all had imaginary friends as children. This is my amends to my imaginary friend, Sara, and I bid her a peaceful farewell, back into imaginary land.)