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.
Li Carter is a writer, artist and crafter. She lives in South Wales, UK, with her family, and five rescue dogs. She’s on Twitter @rbcreativeli , Facebook: Rainbow Butterfly Creative, and Instagram @rainbowbutterflycreative and is the author of My Only True Friend: The Beginning. She is currently working on a new series titled The QuickSilver Chronicles. She is the original Rainbow Butterfly, and wants to fill an ever darkening world with a little bit of beauty and creativity.