Off With The Faeries

Alas, here be dragons…

I’ll soon be off with the faeries

Knowing I’m the one who is in need

If I were to reach my hand out, what would you do?

Would you grab it?

Would you slap it away? 

Would you delicately kiss the back of my hand?

The faeries were filled with mischief and curiosity

Empathetically dancing in a circle around a slowly dying bonfire

With billowing clouds of smoke reaching for the stars

The now small-burned-out bonfire then breathed its last breath

And within mere seconds

They coerced my verdant shades 

To fall off my slumped, forlorn face

The world became less jaded

I can’t help but get all hung up on old problems

As I’m going to carry that weight indefinitely 

The faeries regardless whisked me off my feet

In which they kissed my forehead and forgave me

For all of the mistakes I have and could make

In admiration and love

As a fresh start begins

Imbued with uninterrupted trust

With faith in time and patience

Just do your best to let love run its course

Instead of saving it for someone else

And letting unresolved love 

Take control of the new one

As a memory inside a memory

Is still a memory in itself

Alas, there were dragons…

Knowing I’m off with the faeries

I’m more than glad to know I’m the one who is wanted

© Niklen 2/21/23