My Sunrise
she of the free spirit wandered about
with pixie dust sprinkled along her paths
her exploits and feats unfurled in every wave
uncustomary though it seemed
she accessed the gifts of youth
and harnessed its realms of impossibilities
turned them into a reimagined never neverland
warped by time, her innocence vanished
with mind and eyes free and wide
they ushered in acceptance and awakening
from the fantasies and childlike dreams
with her spirit, still free yet pacified, no longer restive
she shed the enchanting realms of springtide
to cherish the unfolding of her womanity
perhaps she ceased to believe in magic ~
"it is only
the gay
the innocent
the heartless
who can fly".
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