as soon as i smelled nag champa
it was like breathing in
a visual wave of images
from a time ago
of colors
and free wind
and flowers all around
and like the ephermal whisp
i transported for a moment
to a version of my fairy child
from years ago….
she’d been buried
before this …
back when i had to bury you,
i was left with this
thick and disgusting mud
all over myself.
my wings broke off
from the unbearable weight
and the stench even singed
some scars on my face
it’s like
i buried myself
burying you
and all i really wanted
was for you to live
i thought the path home
would be lined with gold,
with flowers, and I’d skip
through some canopies, delighted!
but instead,
it was horrific and dark,
covered in mud and leaves and bugs
crawling thru caverns and sharp shells and rocks
whilst trying to remove
this false layer of self
that served as some kind of protection.
yet as i journeyed
i grew.
taller.
much much taller.
all these concentric rings
formed around me
and though my feet were
moving slow as molasses,
my spirit was carrying me
upward
into the heavens.
and so,
i bid farewell
to the innocence of
my fairy world dreams
where everything was
quaint and tiny…
as I’ve reemerged…
here.
in this new world
so very very tall now
amongst the red woods