I was once a changeling child.

I am a changeling child
myosotis woven delicately though my hair
a crown of thorns placed upon my head,
clovers stick between my toes
rough soles caked with Earth
soil underneath my bit off fingernails.
I am a pagan child
willed into the forest by a whispering wind
Long lost on the mystical paths underneath the faerie hill,
forever sucked into a place long forgotten,

only then was I set free.