Encomium

Ode To the Spring Faerie

It is springtime in my life
Like a benevolent god
You brought me here
In this place where I never thought I would be
Where I thought it would be impossible
To go back to the start

But you made it possible
The faerie queen of childhood wishes
Even when I am at the age
When I should have stopped believing in
Wishes, magic and miracles

You’re no Jesus I know
But maybe you have magic in you
Because for every naysayer,
There is a believer like me
And I believe, I believe the gospel you preach
Of choices, happiness and joy

I am here in the springtime of my life
Because you waved your magic wand
Of compassion
Scattered faerie dust of benevolence
Your magic found me
I won’t be lost again.



You saw

I was a phantom, invisible
Who only appears
When they need hot meals
And clean clothes
Shut away in an upstairs room
Transparent, never opaque
Ephemeral and without form

I looked in mirrors
I could not see myself
I tried to take shape
In their expectations
And demands
But the bodies I occupied
Killed me

Then you saw me
You became the mirror
Where I could see
Not a phantom, not a ghost
But a corporal being
With a life of her own

I saw what you saw
I saw the strength
The flaws, the feelings
The elements of being

When I saw what you saw
I came alive
I nurtured hope in my heart
I realized I was more
Than the sum of their expectations

When I saw what you saw
I believed.