The fairies
She met
At the bottom
Of the garden of
Her soul
Were not what
She expected of
Fairies at all
She met
Steel eyed fairies
That told her
This life your living
Is not a life worth
Being stuck in
She met fairies
That didn't sugar-coat her
In a magic
Fix
To make it
All glitter &
Better
She met fairies with
Wings with holes in
Who had left
Everything that they had
Ever known
She met fairies with
No wings left because
They had broken them off
To give their
Children the silk
To keep them warm
Some fairies wore
Awkward suits
That cramped their wings
But you could still
See the magic
Through their kind
Words
Some fairies were
Foul mouthed &
Some were mute
It didn't matter she realised
How a Fairy talked
Or how a Fairy looked
What made a real Fairy
Was how they held no
Judgement of the hurt
& helped
Whoever they could
- Thank you to the magical fairies who I have met, lived with, passed by or are still in my life.
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