Susan

This poem is based on the Susan from the Chronicles of Narnia.  I grew up with Narnia.  Being in the play (The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe) I've been thinking about it a lot more.  In the book series, you find out in the last book that Susan stops believing in Narnia.  I always wondered why.  Something that the actress of Susan told us really stuck with me.  She said, "Susan thought so much about what other people thought of her, that Narnia didn't matter any more."

I never thought of it that way.  I think about my own faith, I live it and breathe it, I can't imagine life without God.  

I also can't imagine a day going by that I don't think about what other people think of me, and what I can do to be better accepted.

She thought so much about what others thought of her, that Narnia didn't matter anymore. 
Susan is a fictional character.  Unfortunately there are a lot (all) of the characters in Narnia I have a hard time accepting as fictional.  Because I feel like I've met them all before.  Aslan.  Edmund.  Puddle Glum.  Jill.  Peter.  And Susan.  Weak willed Susan's, like me.

I'm a little sibling with a perfect older sister or two, so I found it easy to write this poem though Lucy's point of view.  (No, I'm not playing Lucy in the play.  I'm playing the evil minion dwarf.  So I shouldn't be so sentimental.  It takes some effort to keep myself from crying while Aslan is being killed).  

Susan 

Susan, 

My sister, 

Lucy here.

Remember that time,

We were filled with fear?

You covered my eyes, 

And held me tight, 

And sang me a song 

About wrong and right.

Susan, 

Remember, 

That touch of snow,

When your eyes were opened,

To what you didn't know.

That my magical world

Was actually real.

One you could touch, 

Taste

And feel.

And together we laughed,

Like you could care less,

About your looks, 

Your hair, 

Or your dress.

I captured that moment,

And held it that way

To hang on my wall 

For another day.

Susan,

Remember 

When the dark one's came,

And slaughtered our hope, 

As we watched in vain?

And we knew that nothing

Would be the same.

Then the stone table broke,

We jumped at the sound,

We saw the dark

Crumble to the ground.

When our hope arose

By the break of day,

Alive from the dead,

And evil fled away.

Susan,

Don't you remember our joy?

Why don't you remember the light?

We fought,

We danced, 

We smiled again, 

All in our perfect sight.

Susan, 

Susan, 

Where have you gone?

What are you trying to find?

In the Wardrobe between

What you believe,
And you left Narnia behind.

Susan,

You left it all behind.

Lost in the pleasure of things.

When you look in the mirror,

And then you find,

What these shallow joy's will bring.

Susan, 

My sister, 

Lucy here, 

And I don't know what to do

Without my Susan.

But I'm still right here.

I'm in Narnia waiting for you.