Fairy

"Bunny" by Simon Matulef

“Fairy” by Lindsey Cutler

Her wings don’t work anymore

But it’s ok

Because she hangs up string lights

And pretends she’s once again among the stars

In the night sky.

She wishes for the clouds sometimes

But it’s ok

Because the roses are pretty

And she can ignore the thorns

While resting on the petals.

The squirrels don’t chirp like the birds did

But it’s ok

Because their stories are interesting

And they can distract her from the memories 

That burn like fire in her mind.

Her eyes fill with tears 

But it’s ok

Because the sobs that escape her chest

And echo in the night 

Are just the storm that wasn’t bold enough to rumble.

She misses the wind quite often

But it’s ok

Because the water in the river runs fast

And she swims through the current to feel it surge

Like the wind once did around her.

The songs of the sun and moon don’t fill her ears

But it’s ok

Because the forest has its own kind of music

And she can try to harmonize

With the melodies of the morning mist.

Her voice shakes when she speaks

But it’s ok

Because she’s learning to be brave

And to stand tall and soon

She’ll learn to sing again.

She dreams of the flutter of wings

But it’s ok

Because the silence that’s so loud

And reminds her of the fall is filled 

Mercifully with the rustle of nature.

The forest is darker than the sky 

But it’s ok

Because sunlight still pierces the branches

And warms her face

When the world feels a little cold.

Her feet sink into the dirt that coats the ground

But it’s ok

Because it gives her time to stop

And think about how maybe

It’s ok to be connected to something.

She longs for the vastness of the sky

But it’s ok

Because maybe the world doesn’t need to feel biggerAnd maybe the things in the world

Don’t need to feel farther away.

The scars ache some days

But it’s ok

Because despite it all 

She finds beauty in the world around her

And in herself.