…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