Farewell

A Poem By Lucy Anne // 9/17/2012

I shall never forget how much
You meant to me.

My song; my dream; my joy;
That was you.

I loved you for seven years
Seven short, beautiful years.

But it was the eighth
When I could say—

Farewell! Farewell.

You were my dream that crumbled
Like the ancient castles, like a tumbled teacup.

Immediately you crumbled when I made my choice.
I feel deserted as if You were my mother who left me

As I watch you twirl before
Me I can only whisper—

Farewell! Farewell.

No; I can’t -- I won’t
I will not give you up--but I did.

It took me a year—
(You know it) till I could let go.

It was hard; it is hard. Oh
How my heart stings! But I must say

Farewell! Farewell.

Dear Memories. How Sweet
Precious, a treasure.

It’s been harder
Harder than ever as my sisters begin to say

Why, hello!

As they begin to learn to
Love you without me.

Oh come see! A forked road is approaching
But I’m heading this way and you, the other way so

Farewell! Farewell.

If you love so much
They ask, why stop?

Why don’t they, why can’t they
Please--understand

Understand how much my heart still tingles for you
To walk with you once more...I still love you

But I can’t walk with you anymore
So I reply I can’t.

Then I simply smile wistfully
And sadly for—I’ve made my decision

My heart is aching, it is sore;
Hoping; broken; cut into half.

As I watch others begin to know – love
You and I can’t.

Never again may I
Walk with you -- I may only watch.

From now on I must
Walk alone

But I’m know I’ve made the right choice
I’m counting the cost.

I’ll never forget you
I will always love you—always.

Dear Ballet, I miss you.

Comments

Ohh, how sad; I feel very

Ohh, how sad; I feel very sorry for you. I know how terrible I'd feel if I had to give up soccer, my passion. Do you still dance at home by yourself?

Maddi | Wed, 09/19/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

There's no need to feel sorry

There's no need to feel sorry for me. I have made my choice and I am simply counting the cost. :)

I am sorry if you read this poem all jumbled together into a paragraph. It is not meant to be like that. For some reason, occansionally when my writings get published, the whole article gets all jumbled together into one paragraph and I have to fix it. So sinceit was jumbled up, if you want, you can read it again...I think it will be like reading a diferent poem all together. :)

And yes! What are you talking about--of course I dance at home! :D Not by myself though. With my sisters. I make the dances and I teach them, and we dance them. Then if it gets perfect like we are all on time or if we just feel like it, we might dress up and take a video. :)

Lucy Anne | Wed, 09/19/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

:)

It's always nice to find someone else who's gone through the same thing. You put that feeling into words so well.

Kyleigh | Wed, 09/19/2012

Interesting poem. I wasn't

Interesting poem. I wasn't sure what it was about until the end. You did a good job. :) The "Farewell, Farewell"s really tied it all together.

Edit: I just wanted to add I would find it very hard to give up something that I am passionate about. You seem to be very passionate about dance. You have to do what you have to do, and if giving it up was the right thing for you, I respect that. It just seems like you miss it very much.

Madeline | Wed, 09/19/2012

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

Good. I'm glad you're not in

Good. I'm glad you're not in the "depths of despair"!! Yes, now it makes more sense reading it not jumbled up. All my short stories have been jumbled up and put weird letters in there as well.

Great! All my siblings love making little videos and "movies", its all very cute. :D G.B.Y.

Maddi | Wed, 09/19/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Your really good at writing

Your really good at writing poetry! :)
I know how it is to have to give up something you like :(
~Karen

Lilly Putt | Wed, 09/19/2012

Jesus Loves us all!!

:)

Kyleigh: Thank you! Not to be nosy or anything, what was your reason of quitting ballet?

HomeschoolGirl or Homey: Thanks! Well, yes, I guess you could say I miss it very much...but not to the depressed point.

Maddi: Haha, I've never been the the "depths of despair" (imitates Marilla Cuthbert's voice) to despair is to turn your back on God. ;)

Lilly Putt: Thank you, it's rather surprising for you to have said that for I don't write poetry that much at all--this is my third poem. :)

Thanks again, I really appreciate it, ladies!

Lucy Anne | Thu, 09/20/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

:)

I don't mind you asking at all! The main reason was that we moved and I'd come from a dance school that was like a family, with a ballet teacher who sometimes knew me better than I knew myself, and was the Russian system, to a dance studio that was British exam-based and the whole year was learning the steps for the exam, the classes were about 20 people (I was used to 5-9), and their technique was pretty terrible. I was more frustrated than I was enjoying it, and it was getting too easy since all they did all year was work on exam stuff, whereas I was used to new things every week. I could've moved up but was losing interest and also in some ways couldn't move up because of a hip tilt that makes it difficult for me to go on pointe well without overworking myself.So those together made me stop officially, but I still dance some. :) And now, to be honest, I miss my old dance school and miss really dancing, but I enjoy other forms of dance (English Country, Irish, Highland, some ballroom and swing), but am glad I don't have to deal with issues of modesty!

Kyleigh | Thu, 09/20/2012

Ooh, you have a similar story

Ooh, you have a similar story to me. My old dance school (the one that my sisters are attending now) was small, too. The classes at most were 9, but sadly, the reason why it was so small and even smaller now is because of the lack of people. :( I'm not going to state the reason why because this is the internet and it's rather gossiping to say why. That school used the Paris Opera and Russian. And the school that me and my sisters went to that we didn't like had about 16 students or even more (one year, someone told me, there was thirty!) There were so many students in the class that I didn't get to develop relationships with the teacher and the students like I did at the other school. Wow, to have a teacher that knew you better than yourself at times! We weren't that, that close. And at the school we didn't like, the level was just so unadvanced. The level I was at the old school was the level of the pre-professional in the new one! Yeah, so similar story. :) I feel almost close to you because no one else that I know has the same experiences as me. And yes, what a relief-- no more issues with modesty! And dancing on the Sabbath. :) Thanks for sharing!

Lucy Anne | Thu, 09/20/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

I can relate to that.

   By my own choice, I quite a homeschool swimming group. I was definately hard.

Arthur | Thu, 09/20/2012

"My greatest wish for my writing is that it would point you to the Savior."

:)

Yes, it's hard, but it's always worth it all! Do you mind telling me why you quit? If it's too personal, I understand.

Lucy Anne | Fri, 09/21/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

As I said on your

As I said on your blog:
Beautifully written! :D I love it! :) I'm sorry you had to leave, but I understand why :(
~Sarah
P.S.
I know what it's like to part with something -- like the PIzza Hut reading club when yer too old and all :P (You'd get a free little pizza) :D Actually, I wasn't too sad ;)

Sarah Anne | Mon, 09/24/2012

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths

P.S
Go to my blog and follow it: Sarahanneandrews.wordpress.com
:) for my sake, follow

Thanks, Sarah!

Thanks, Sarah!

Lucy Anne | Tue, 09/25/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

It's fine.

   I had been going to this homeschool swim lessons group for about 7 years. The last 3 years there I had been in the top class, which was more like a swim club/team rather than swim lessons. I had many good friends there, and still do, so you can see how it was hard for me to quite. But the whole reason that I could not stay anylonger was the issue of modesty. Even though basically everyone there were Christians, the girls all wore the usual one piece swimsuit. Yes, that is immodest. Even some of the guys were inapropreately dressed.

   So I quite. I am sometimes tempted to go back, but I never shall, for it shall never change.

Arthur | Tue, 09/25/2012

"My greatest wish for my writing is that it would point you to the Savior."

:)

Woah, I am glad; and surprised that you think that the one-piece swimsuit is immodest! Most people I know think it is modest and all-right.

I don't wear one piece swimsuits anymore. I get them from www.simply-modest.com (Girls I would really recommend this site to you if you are searching for modest swimsuits!) They are expensive, but totally worth it! And I don't feel mortified and ashamed anymore when I go swimming. :)

EDIT: Umm, can someone tell me why everything is italized??

Lucy Anne | Tue, 09/25/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Whoa!

I got so happy reading your guy's comments back and forth! You never see people who think that one piece swimsuits are immodest! I have friends who will dress modestly everywhere, but they think if they're in water it doesn't matter! Those swimsuits are actually cute! I just always put long shorts and a t-shirt over a swimsuit, dorky I know.

The poem was really good! Being the romantic that I am, I read the entire thing in a broken heart sense. The ending threw me for a bit of a loop, so I re-read it! It's good both ways :)

Emilee | Tue, 10/02/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/

:D

Thanks Emilee!

I know, not much people think that one piece swimsuits are immodest so that's why I was surprised that Arthur thought so. And you. :)

Lucy Anne | Tue, 10/02/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Exquisite!

Wow wow wow wow - you know what was cool about this poem? I had NO idea what it was about until the end. :D (I was thinking...it is a boy? God? No, it can't be God... haha.) (I also read it again afterwards.) This must be so tough for you....you wrote VERY feelingly about it, which is impressive. I can understand your grief.
Whoops, just read the comments and you seem to be only "counting the cost" - but now, you can't tell us not to feel sorry for you after reading a poem like that! You wrote it too well and we felt your torture. :D It made me feel like I've been in the same situation before, too. I don't think I have been...but if I racked my brain, I'm sure I could come up with something. Amazing job, giving me that feeling and putting us in your shoes!

....No, no, of course I have been, on second thought. I really do identify with a lot of the comments here. I avoided many things in my homeschool years... dating, dances, prom, certain movies, etc... and people would always ask me why, and being mocked for it was something I was used to. :/ Or having people try to convince you otherwise. Why not live and let live? Coming out of my teen years has made me very strong in respecting other people's opinions and decisions, even if they are different than mine, because I wish I had experienced that towards myself. It's hard to be different. There's something very safe and comforting in conformity, I have to say. So it takes a particularly tough character to go a different route, whatever that route is.

Very good conversation piece, too, Megan! :D

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 10/19/2012

Thank you so much!!

Means alot. Haha, "is it a boy?" No, it is not a boy. :)

But ballet isn't the only thing I have avoided either i.e. certain movies, dressing like the world, and I will not be dating but courting, etc. :) It is always hard to be different; I can totally relate! But it is always rewarding. :) But I am a stubborn, determined girl. At least, that's what my mom says.

Yet just recently, I've been feeling a bit sad about the Ballet since my two past teachers are hinting some about me coming back to dance...and it is very tempting...but no, I am determined to remain standing strong.

Thanks again, Sarah!!

p.s. Huh--conversation piece; I don't get it?

Lucy Anne | Fri, 10/19/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Oh, I mean -

- you got people talking about it :) It's a common, intriguing subject to discuss, it would seem.

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 10/19/2012

It's kind of scary how

It's kind of scary how accurate this was. Until the ballet part, anyway. Just about loving and losing and not exactly regretting, but missing. Great job.

Anna | Sat, 11/10/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Anna--

Thank you, thank you!! :))

Lucy Anne | Mon, 11/12/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Unfortunate

I am sorry that you are still struggling with your decision to give up ballet. Incidentally, your reason for not wanting to dance on Sunday is my same reason why I don't compete in Karate tournaments. They are all on Sabbath. (I attend a Seventh-Day Adventist church and believe in the Saturday-Sabbath).

Sarah | Wed, 04/17/2013

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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It does still hurt. But not

It does still hurt. But not as bad as it was in the beginning of this year. :)

Lucy Anne | Thu, 04/18/2013

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

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