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feathersimage credit: forums.psychcentral.com/

Whether fairies are real or not

I won’t risk killing one

with a disbelieving thought

For I have seen

strewn at my feet

the feathers of my own wings

shot from the sky

when doubt came hunting


But I am not a bird

and my wings

were not of this world

any more than a unicorn’s horn

is hard and made of keratin –

so it’s time for a re-feathering

growing new shafts

from quill to tip

with the beauty of belief

’til once again

I fly