Friday, 15 April 2016

A Swing to the Moon

Dedicated to Jonah Greenfield 

It seemed the world was crumbling apart,
Brick by brick, a fire ripped through his heart.
A heart that was still empty and yet to be filled,
A heart that was still hopeful yet easily killed.
It beamed with a light, that made darkness tremble,
It fought against hate, made faith reassemble.
But, in the eyes of a man, who only saw through his mind,
The heart was pathetic and the worst of its kind.

“Please just let me be” the boy silently cried,
A sadness swallowing him from deep inside.
Fat chunky tears, wept off his face,
Yet still he was careful that they left no trace,
Because inside he knew he deserved better than this.
He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, let his dreams go amiss.

So he packed up his bags and went on his way,
His heart in his hand, his mind wishing he could stay.
He walked on and on, dragging his feet,
A strength in his soul that would not allow defeat.
When finally, in a clearing, he saw two wooden swings
One covered in gold, the other painted with wings.
He was so lost in awe, of what they could be,
That he failed to notice the girl in the tree.

“Do you like them?” She giggled, making him jump.
“I made them myself, out of magic and luck.
And you see up there, that golden bright moon?
That’s where they’ll take me, someday soon!”
The daydreaming girl excitedly chattered away,
“The moon is more beautiful than any earth’s day
and I’ve heard it’s maybe made out of cheese
I’ll let you know when I get there,” she sang to the breeze.
Her excitement was infectious but the boy sadly knew,
That reality would make her dream impossible to do.
Nobody could fly to the moon on a swing,
On just a few wooden planks and a bit of frayed string.
Yet, just before he could word his own doubt,
He realised her happiness was the first he’d seen about.
So despite knowing her dreams wouldn’t come true,
He befriended the girl, and followed her dream too.

Over many years, the boy and girl grew,
And a friendship blossomed, as many friendships do.
But, this one was different and so special, so kind,
And like sister, like brother, they left their worries behind.
They continued their lives but occasionally fluttered away,
To sit on the swings, and dream about the day,
That they’d land on the moon, and look down from the sky,
And see the world as they know it, but from so far up high.
Yet… the boy wasn’t ready, to leave his world once again,
He loved his new life more than his words could explain.
It secretly hurt him when she spoke about the stars,
When she cried over planets claiming they were better than ours.

Seasons passed and time ticked on,
The boy had finally healed, his past sadness gone,
but the girl had struck a heartbreak, her eyes brimming with tears,
She was beginning to suffer and relive his fears.
It seemed her world was crumbling apart,
Brick by brick, a fire ripped through her heart.
A heart cracked and bruised by a monster she'd met,
A heart dented with hate and a vicious type of debt;
Inside she knew she deserved better than this,
She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, let her dreams go amiss.

So she packed up her bags and went on her way,
Even when the boy begged her to stay,
“Those swings are just swings, not rockets to the moon,
If you try to fly, you’ll surely be doomed”
“Anything is better than this place on earth”
Crying she sobbed, “I deserve simple worth.”
So, she sat on her swing and kicked up feet,
She was finally escaping by admitting defeat.
Up and up she swung into the sky
She felt the breeze on her cheeks and whispered goodbye
Then she let the swing go and flung through the air,
And in that moment she flew, spinning with flair.
The boy gasped as she danced and sat upon a cloud,
She threw back her head and giggled out loud,
She beamed out a smile and outstretched her arm.
Before BANG! She dropped out of the sky and straight into harm,
She fell through the wind and crashed at his feet,
Broken and cracked, her dream left incomplete.

Her knees and elbows gushed with blood, angst, pain.
And as she began to cry, the sky began to rain,
Her hopes shattered as she saw the heavens open and weep
And she grasped the boy’s hand as they crumbled into a heap.
“I am such a failure, what am I going to do?
I just wanted to leave and for my dreams to come true!
The moon will never know, what it’s like to feel my weight
And I will never get to live, what I thought was destined fate.”
The boy tenderly pressed his lips to her head
And wiped away her tears before he thoughtfully said
“Look, around you, breathe in. Tell me what you see?”
“I see.. I see a place we made memories, just you and me.
Here we played, told secrets, took the world in our stride
Here is the place we could leave all sadness behind.”
The girl suddenly saw what she’d never realised before,
That she had been living a dream, while always needing, wanting more.

The real dream was happiness and she’d had it every day,
Even when all she had wanted was to just run away.
She had been blessed with a friendship, she couldn’t live without,
When her sanity had been questioned, he’d still stuck about.
He’d held her hand when she had struggled to simply get through a week
And under pressure he’d helped her, prove she wasn’t weak.
He was the only one who managed to keep her head out of the clouds
And to firmly anchor her soul onto solid ground.
She cried then with happiness and the sleet began to melt away.
The boy sat her down and said what he’d always wanted to say,
“Sometimes we pursue dreams that we aren’t destined to reach,
but that truly doesn’t mean the dream’s journey doesn’t teach.
Your next dream is going to be bigger and much better than the moon
And my heart knows for sure, that that dream will come true ”

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about friendship and I have begun to realise how important the friendships I have made so far are to me. I sometimes feel like I have been left a bit on the sidelines of life, a benchwarmer to a game that I once used to eagerly captain. Maybe a bit too eagerly... I used to want to do so much in my life that I would never settle for just average of a dream, I had to have it all.  The past few weeks have been pretty stressful for me and on top of school work and the upcoming roar of exams I have wanted to do nothing more than to just escape from everything and follow crazy adventurous dreams that perhaps aren't very practical or even possible... at the moment. It's time like these that my true friends have really shown who they are and I have never felt so thankful for each and every one of them. Jonah, who happens to be one of the most amazing human beings who has ever walked on this earth (If you fancy, here is his Instagram) is just one of the handful of friends in my life who are the reason I am even able to carry on, even when it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and I really just wanted to write something that reflected that! This is the first I have ever shared my poetry on my blog so I'd love to hear your opinions and if you'd like to hear more, just let me know in the comments below!

Sunday, 28 February 2016

The Ordinary Extraordinary

This post may just seem like a bundle of unnecessary dwellings but it could perhaps be  the purpose that will continue to make you smile for the rest of the day. It all depends on who you are and how you perceive these words. You might laugh because they are frankly ridiculous, irrelevant and make no difference in your life what so ever OR they might give you a spark of hope, love and faith. It might be the reason you say that particular thing to that particular person or it might inspire you to write a poem or song that could go on to make you the person you always dreamed about. My point is, this post is either of no importance or of a reasonably high importance but it simply cannot be just dismissed as moderately important. It's your choice to read on.

Who are you? I'm not talking about the ordinary part of you that can be labelled as a student, or an actor, lawyer, nurse.... The list goes on. I'm talking about who you are as a unique extraordinary person.

"A unique extraordinary person you say? Oh Holly! As charming as you are trying to make this post out to be, we are all just ordinary people "

Why must there be so much doubt? Within you there is something nobody has ever thought of before. You could've been the first person in the whole of history to have strung together that particular set of words. You could be the only person to have stood on that certain tile on the floor. You might've been the first person in the country to have opened their eyes this morning or maybe you are the only person in the whole world who has dreamt about a turtle flying to the moon. You might be someone's favorite person or have the best laugh in your friendship group.

You could've been the first person to smile at somebody today, or be the beautiful stranger in someone's favorite photograph. You might've been somebody's first crush or the unknown daydreamer that someone was momentarily captivated by when they saw you on the bus. You might have the nicest hair in your entire maths class or be someone's favorite person. Perhaps you are the only person to have seen that particular leaf on that tree or the only person reading this while simultaneously eating pretzels. You might be part of someone's first memory or be the image that pops into someone's head when they hear the lyrics to their favorite song. You could've been the only person to have tripped up on that step or maybe the only person to have envisioned heaven being a place filled with talking dolphins swimming in candyfloss filled fountains. You could be the only person who associates the colour orange with the definition behind "Precipitation" because one time in Geography you highlighted it that. This morning you might've been somebody's first thought, the inspiration behind someone's new effort or the comforting voice somebody heard passing by when they were just about to lose it.

The point is, you are a happening that has impacted the world in some way. Sometimes it might feel like we are lost. There are so many other people in this world, it can often feel so overcrowded and suffocating that we tend to forget about the bizarre possibilities that make us different and worthy of a good life. We tend to chance our differences out of fear that we are too odd or seemingly worthless because we hold on to comforts as irrelevant and minor as those. The extraordinary unique possibility of a "perhaps you are the only person to..." opens new doors to who we are. We may never know if any of those statements are true, but out of the possibility of all the unlikely things to happen in your life, you will likely have at least one of them happen to you. Our differences set us aside for greater things. The only person stopping you from living a better destiny is yourself. It is your choice to believe or not.

It's true that we are all just ordinary people... But it is your choice to set a positive perspective and pursue an extraordinary life. 

Friday, 15 January 2016

Duke of Edinburgh Silver Award

Sperrins Mountains, Northern Ireland

Last weekend I got to go on one of the most positively challenging weekends of my life. I have ached in places I didn't even know existed, seriously considered that my death may be near and laughed to the point of tears. I've always considered myself as a positive person and I constantly try to motivate others to think similarly yet my first Duke of Edinburgh silver expedition really put me to the test. For those of you who don't know, the Duke of Edinburgh awards are a series of a awards designed to help acquire young adults to challenge themselves in different areas of their life, this includes sports, volunteering, skills and the dreaded long waited expedition.

As many of you already know, I live in the dainty wee country of Northern Ireland where the landscape is rich in lots of open green land and mountains. Our silver expedition took place in the Sperrins which was very new territory for us. Most of us had never even set foot in the Sperrins before, having previously practiced and walked in the well known Mourne Mountains. Despite carrying twice your own body weight on your back in a rucksack, the beauty of scenery is still not escaped. It blows my mind that there is such beauty right on my doorstep that I had never even seen before. Every step was one towards a different part of the world we had never discovered and to know that the only direction you have is your own mental ability to read maps is pretty scary.

There is something about walking that just opens your mind and makes everything seem so clear and anxious free. You are so caught up in the challenge of the moment that your determination and fire just completely overwrites every small worry and stress. It's honestly like being on an adventure and no matter where you turn there is always something new to look at, however irrelevant it is! You learn so much about yourself and the people around you when you are put under such pressure and I don't know another way any person my age could truly experience that. As we walked we discovered many beautiful historical buildings that we decided to collect together as our expedition aim.

There is no right or wrong way to do an expedition. Everyone at some point is going to complain and just wish they could rip their map in half but at the end of the day, when you are sitting in the middle of no where, eating your soggy sandwiches alongside your seventh mars bar, you have a choice to make. You can either continue to sob and evaluate your life or make the moment you are in count. You can try and find the right way or you can just make your own because when everyone comes together and works as a team, you will eventually reach your destination.

Some succeed because they are destined to but most succeed because they are determined to. If you want to go fast, you can walk alone but if you want to go far you have to walk together.