Changeling

Fen Walker

She was perfect—

rosy-cheeked,

long-haired, pretty,

shy and meek.

The fairies snuck in

late one night

and stole her,

to their great delight.

In her place I was left,

a changeling child.

Daughter of the Moon,

Son of the Wild. 

I’ve spent my whole life

out of place,

wearing your daughter’s

name and face.

Wearing her body,

knowing it’s wrong.

Her voice,

an unfamiliar song.

Sometimes I wonder

if you know who I am.

Do you still love me?

Do you understand?

All I am

is a changeling child.

Daughter of the Moon.

Son of the Wild.