I could be anywhere, but I’m here.

With you all

told we weren’t worthy

This the Island of Misfit Souls!

All pushed away, and tried, and forgotten.

How dare we show our smiles so blatantly.

How dare we be happy when they said

we couldn’t deserve it,

when we didn’t earn it,

when we were born wrong.

How dare we dance with the faeries

in their circles of light.

How dare we dance alongside our demons tonight.

How dare we to exist at all.

In this our island of salvation,

we found each other,

us fractured souls.

And slowly we mend,

and slowly we glow,

and slowly we fight the harsh words.

The cruelty

the hatred we lived through so long ago.

We were born perfect

created in magic.

Not to be what they wanted

but to be wanted for what we are.

And that is far more than enough

and as worthy as any star

to shine

and glow

and to be flawless in its splendor

only us other souls can know.