and i think,
the faeries are crying

i think they want
me dead

to come back
to fly with them

to be free
to rid of this anger

it reeks of darkness
i do not belong to

and i think,
the faeries will smile

once i let go
of this faith and fear

maybe then,
oh, maybe only then

will i ever know
what it is like

to have a family
who cares for me