Intervention.

If I could travel back in time to my little self.

I would fly down with my wings outstretched.

Wings aflame with spiritual fire.

Purification, protection, warmth...

I would then lift her away.

Up we would travel to the stars.

She would laugh and hold tight until we reached the moon of a far away planet.

I would tell my little self that there had been a small confusion.

A dislocation, a miscalculation.

Intervention to this mistake...

Here is were you belong.

But alas this did not, can not happen in a far away place.

I must scoop her up in my heart here and make a place for myself.

I belong.....

I belong......