Marble Fairy

A Poem For The Broken

Fairies dancing in the marble,
Ruby flames encased in glass.
Passion never to be free,
These poor fairies just can’t be.
Though they try and make the pass,
They’ll never fly throughout the grass.

Now grown up, but trapped behind,
The screen and glass of daily grind.
This poor fairy’s a reflection of me,
Or at least the child I used to be.
Never will I see or find,
The innocence that left me blind.

The gentle trust that now I hate,
This I left upon the gate,
Upon the brink, the cusp, the peak
That youth, was not theirs to take
And now I see I’m second rate,
And always just a little late.

And though I wish it was not so,
I now see that she must go.
The fairy pattering against the glass
That I thought was second class,
I now can really, truly see
Is now the inner child-like me.