The truth may be dark
But it is also beautiful

Everyday
I see her
hollow eyes and
sunken cheeks
slowly makes her way outside her shack
by the end of the day
she would return home
with darker shades of bruises covering her pale skin

Everyday
I see the thin threads
behind her back
growing apparent
woven together
she goes unseen
and her wings too
a faerie in disguise
waiting for her time to come home

Everyday
when her bruises turn darker
when her body becomes bones
when all of her bones are broken
when her breaths are ragged
when her soul is battered
the delicate threads will only grow stronger
stronger until it lifts her to the sky
to the other side of Ëa

One day
I don't see her
and never will
because she
has returned home
to the sky
she truly belongs