The Fairy People
I wake up each and every morning
with cuts and bruises on my arms adorning.
Where they come from I do not know,
so to my mom my arms I show.
"Oh little Lisa," my mommy then said,
"there's nothing there, it's all in your head!"
I bawled and I cried, she did not believe,
it made me so sad that I wanted to leave...
"Last night when I slept such a nightmare did play,
someone came to my room and took me away!"
My mother then laughed and brushed me aside,
my troubles in her I could not confide.
"Your young little mind has such imagination,
and whatever you saw was of your creation."
Pouting with fear to her I then said,
"these scars weren't there when I went to bed!"
Later that day after school, teacher was concerned.
She called me to her desk once the class was adjourned.
"Is everything okay with you, mom and dad at home?
And if it's not I want to let you know you're not
alone."
At first I did not understand and stared at her confused,
and then I realized that she saw my arms were cut and bruised.
"Everything is fine," I said and told a little
lie,
and what I told her next I cannot really tell you why.
"We have this fluffy cat you see, and she really loves
to play,
and sometimes she can play too rough and harm my arms this
way."
Teacher rolled her eyes and sighed, washed over with relief.
The lie I told her she did buy and put in it belief.
On the bus ride home I thought about to teacher what I'd
said.
It pestered me and rolled around deep inside my head.
For we had no cat or any pets that could do me harm...
I cried a little and softly rubbed my bruised and tender
arm.
Later that day I was enjoying my favoritest cartoon,
when daddy suddenly approached and came into my room.
He turned around and closed the door, locking it quite fast.
His look was down and sullen and his face was quite aghast.
"I just got off the phone with teacher and we talked
for quite a bit,
she told me some disturbing things and I was shocked, I must
admit.
But of everything she told me I can't help but wonder why
you thought it was okay to go and tell a little lie?"
I sniffled and turned sheepish looking down at my pink bed,
a most traumatic memory had been replaced inside my head.
I held my arms out wide, embracing daddy's form,
and prayed to God he had a clue as to why my brain was torn.
My eyes began to fill with tears and they fell upon his
shoulder,
his warm protective form was a solid as a boulder.
"I know not what compelled me to go and lie to
teacher's face,
instead of answers to her questions I get a big blank
space..."
Daddy hugged me nice and tight, quieting my fears.
He placed his hand upon my cheek and wiped away the tears.
"This lying and these cuts and scars aren't limited to
you,
so don't feel bad and please don't cry 'cause daddy has 'em
too."
I gasped out loud and pulled away, taken by surprise,
when dad rolled up his sleeves and put his arms before my
eyes.
"Go ahead, stretch out your arm, put them side by side.
The pattern is identical to where our cuts reside."
I almost couldn't do it, the truth was just too real,
but laden curiosity had balled my nerves to steel.
He was right; the rigid zig-zag cuts matched up without a
flaw,
two bodies separate from each other but cut by the same saw.
We shared familiar cuts but also deepened black and blue.
Random trauma it was not: our bruises lined up too.
"Daddy why? What's happening? Why is this going on?
Mommy didn't listen when I said something was wrong."
"Mommy doesn't understand what she cannot comprehend,
so she chooses to ignore it but in me you have a friend.
You see your daddy and your grandpa both shared in a little secret,
one I tried to tell your mom but decided then to keep it.
"Often we were visited late into the night,
by the fairy people who then took us on a flight.
Sometimes we would go together and other times alone,
to Fairy
Land just for a visit
then be taken home.
"At first they might seem scary but trust me they're
your friends,
so with any fears you have in them please quickly make
amends.
'Cause the fairy people will always come and never go away
to take you off to Fairy Land
for magic and for play."
I wanted to believe him but found it somewhat hard.
I had a couple questions that he needed to regard.
"Why must they visit in the dark after the setting sun?
And how come I've no memory of the things we've done?"
"The fairy people like to hide, of humans they're
afraid.
Our dumb and reckless nature is what they must evade.
Their presence kept inside your mind will always block your
memory,
to keep their secrets hidden far away from human treachery.
"Instead replaced with stories of an owl or a cat,
to protect their Fairy
Land from a human rat.
So don't be worried if you go and tell someone a lie.
They won't believe you anyway so don't bother to try."
My fears were somewhat quelled and my guilt was quite
relieved.
If he was making stories up, in them I had believed.
And so I waited for the fairy people to return,
another trip to Fairy
Land I really hoped to
earn.
Then many nights had quickly passed and they did not come
back,
but every night before I slept I prepared for their attack.
I taught myself to not be scared while in the dark alone,
letting go of all the fears that I had ever known.
A week before my birthday I was given a surprise,
A noise had woke me in the night, calling from my bed to
rise.
I knew that it was them at once 'cause everything felt
weird,
but now I'd face them after shedding everything I'd feared.
I couldn't make him out at first but knew someone was there,
hiding in the corner with gray skin and without hair.
His face was somewhat thin, hidden underneath a cloak.
I think he was surprised when I rose from bed and spoke.
"Willingly with you I'll go, so take me far away.
It's Fairy
Land I want to be for
lots of fun and play."
*This is actually my second attempt...my first was something for school but takes a lot of background info on Oscar Wilde. To save you from that, I'll just post the fun stuff.
