Magic Exists

Magic exists,.
although
pixie dust
disintegrates
in adulthood.

Happily Ever After
fades
with each
application for
Universal Credit.

Every redundancy,
a faerie's tear;
Rumplestiltskin
spinning loneliness
around the shielding.

Yet, magic exists.

My mother, alive
in my niece's smile.
Trees,
showering leaves
like blessings.

Every step apart
brings us
closer,
as if this is how
it should be.

Cruel as it seems,
magic exists.