lost boy

to live with fairies and boys not found
and fly to another world

to never grow up, yet still be motherless
and fly to another world

to sprinkle pixie dust and think happy thoughts
to leave behind a broken world and live in peter’s lair
and fly to another world

to soar above the world below and know my journey clear
to feel hungry, yet be sated with a child-like imagination
to live in my thoughts and never wake up
and fly to another world

to believe in pirates and ships of gold that float through swirling clouds
to hear the tick tock in the belly of a crock and to dream of a land of never
and yet here i am; back to this land of ever

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feminist, wife, mother, avid reader. lover of the beach, coffee, wine, and good gluten-free food!

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