it's a funny feeling
when you say, "if dragons were real..."
and then go on and on
as if you cannot see me
or don't know that i'm here.
and then i remember
that you can't
and you don't,
and it's hard to really explain it, I guess,
what seems so obvious to me.
what is it like, I wonder,
to look at your true self
and see a human face looking back?
with four limbs, right where they're supposed to be,
and nothing out of place.
what is it like to feel
as if you truly belong in your own skin
with human thoughts and human desires,
and to see the world
through perfect human eyes?
i don't know.
and i guess that's how you feel
when you hear me go on and on
about the touch of the wind on my wings
and the fire burning within my heart.
(©2011 Cassander)
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Also posted to
otherkin.