Shakespeare's ShadowThis time, I won't be pushing you away
I have tried that countless times and felt the dismay
Pausing to think, perhaps you have something to say
Other than turning my sparkles into mere grey.
Pleasing yourself, you come and you go
Only because there is little that I know
But today I am here with open arms to say hello
Listen to your woes as they continue to echo.
Faerie's favourite color is green
Funny how your eyes are the same but mean
Say what you will on this chapter, on this scene
I am falling freely, coming undone and clean.
You will always be around as the green-eyed monster
I am tired of your battles, weakened to conquer
I'll hug you instead, my wings to give you lustre
And one day the shadow you create will turn into silver.
March 10, 2012
Faerie needs to clarify that though your eyes may be green, this is not about you. I received questions asking me if I was referring to them. *scratches head* And I had to change the title as well to make it crystal clear.
I apologize for any misconstrued interpretations. Such poems tend to do that.
The poem, my poem, is about the green-eyed monster, in reference to Shakespeare's, Othello and The Merchant of Venice. It is metaphorically representing "jealousy"... often times, almost synonymously symbolic to "envy". But I believe Shakespeare only meant jealousy... those negative thoughts and feelings evolving fear due to one's own insecurities and helplessness leading to anger and resentment.
Thus, this is the shadow I am referring in the poem. This is the shadow that looms over faerie from time to time. This is the shadow that blankets me with its darkness.
And before it takes over the faerie completely... else I might yet succumb once again to the rabbit hole... I chose to do something about it. More often than not, we tend to keep the green-eyes monster inside... bottling up, building pressure... until the compression and heaviness gets too much to bear. It then becomes a burden... this annoying chip on the shoulder that we laboriously carry in our lives. We blame the others for this... having created this albatross, this elephant, this cross, this shadow... We actually chose to burden ourselves with it. Not opting to face the fear of our own inadequacy.
But it's tiring to carry the cursed shadow... physically, mentally, emotionally... why choose to be this way?! *pulls faerie hair*
One restless night for the faerie is enough for me to say, no more...
Yet I did not push it away. Or hide it in the closet.
I chose to face it, confront it... held its hand, wrapped my wings around it.
As Sir Dean wisely reminded the faerie on his comment below... I told my shadow... "You have no power over me".
Sylphy 41-45, F 6 Responses 3 Mar 9, 2012