Unicorns are real

Unicorns are at our fingertips if you only have the eyes to see it. To most, a unicorn is a milky white stallion (in myths it is often deemed a male) with a long horn poking out of their silky forehead. But I think that unicorns are a deep inner-self that impales your mind through your porcelain skull, if only you have the eyes to see that inner-self. 

You must think I’m crazy, or a Byron romantic (the ugly side of famous poets). But I think you’ll experience a great benefit by using poetry to describe the world you’re in. Though, even if you don’t, there are creatures whose name have “unicorn” in them, for example the Siberian Unicorn, which is just a big fur-ball version of a rhinoceros. There are also less majestic creatures, such as the white margin unicorn fish, which is just a weird looking fish. Sometimes, there are also goats born with one horn, but that’s not the part that fascinates me as much. I favour the poetic side (and you might groan at that). For we associate creatures with one horn to a unicorn, but I associate unicorns with people. A female experience, some of you sighed at my switch to a feminist way of thinking, but that shouldn’t stop you from reading, because what kind of reader are you if you do not wait for the reason?

I won’t just tell people; ‘Unicorn is a state of mind’, when it is so much more than that. Unicorns are associated with divine, heavenly creatures, the Virgin Mary in beast form, or they are seen as angry beasts ready to impale you through your naval. The last version does sound intriguing, but what do we know about unicorns? Technically nothing, for we don’t know if they even truly exist, yet in a way we could still deem them mysterious creatures that are still symbolic in more ways than one. Similar to heaven and hell, we don’t know if it truly exists, for it doesn’t show in physical form, it is mysterious, it is symbolic in more ways than one. Philosophers explain that heaven and hell is on earth, or more so; hell is on earth. But are unicorns then not symbolism for what we have on earth like hell is to the society we live in?

There’s a movie, starring Natalia Dyer, titled; I Believe in Unicorns. In short; it is about a girl who gets groomed by an older teenager and is convinced by him to run away, with symbolic imagery; her unicorn toy is used to represent her in stop-motion shots of it being tormented by a mean dragon. The fact she believes in unicorns and is in shots dressed in a sparkling pastel aesthetic; shows her naivety, her softness, her delicacy in a symbolic way. The fragile unicorn tormented by the red dragon, “There’s so much I wanna say, but I don’t know where to start”. Her fragility is clear; “Today is my birthday. Today I will learn how to breathe”. She is quiet, she is the unicorn we do not hear in our growing society, maybe even society killed the unicorn. Or worse, failed it. 

Unicorns have often been associated with the soft and the delicate, but that is myth, yet this story (I Believe In Unicorns 2014) is about an experience many people have dealt with. So, I think in these ways, unicorns are symbolism for a person’s state, for a person’s being, maybe not even a person at all. Unicorns are there for the ones who have been wronged and cannot fight back, this heavy weight on their shoulders some don’t try to acknowledge. Even with the horn poking out of their stomach, they seem to avoid acknowledging the discomfort it brings. Or they don’t even realize they’re almost at the base of the horn that’s twisting further into their chest; through their ever-pulsing heart

Therefore, I think we can find unicorns in people, and if we don’t; society already got to it. And so, they lay, lay with the snapped off horn either impaled or accepted into their worn palms; pinning them to their coffin woven through ages past. And once again, they are silent and buried under guilt. So, ask again, are unicorns real, or do you not have the eye to see them through your vale made of blinding fog and superciliousness?