…fairy wings

…oh i do-

i do-

i still believe in fairy wings-

and when im in auto pilot on highway 65, i put them on and fly-

and i become what i am not-

and i am the written story i crave to be-

and i smile because my faithful and loyal soulmate smiles at the sight of me- and the simplicity of a kiss sends him into fairy flight too-

and poverty forsakes me-

and the heated tiles on my bathroom floor carry me to awaited waterfalls.

and my gifts overshadow my autism-

and my writings hang on the walls of home after home after home-

and my children are astounded to call me mama- all of them;

while the sun kisses the side of my face-

oh i do-

i do-

i still believe in fairy wings- and I shall find my own;

soon.

kb

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