A human
so lost
wondering
through a forest
finds
a bright
little fairy,
so beautiful and small.

She makes a wish
that she
will be beautiful
free
powerful
and radiant
and find her way
back to her kingdom
but nothing happens.

Instead,
she sits there,
on the trunk she saw the fairy,
before it disappeared.

She closes her eyes,
and cries a bit
engrossed by
the peaceful darkness
she sees spirals of colors
she sees a prince
that is pink and blue
she hears a voice
"you are beautiful"
"you are radiant"
she is filled with light

I am powerful.
I am free.

She feels tall
like a castle
filled with echoes and rooms,
cobwebs and bats,
she feels loud.

She feels strong, and heavy,
like strong bricks
ancient, made from long ago
she feels like
she has existed forever.

Her presence expands
she is everything
she is giant
she is huge
but that little voice
in her head
the one that guided her
it is meek,
it is small,
it is bold,
it is a fairy.