“I am already a ghost. The girl everyone only loved when she was either high or drunk.
The women made invisible by recovery”

It is easy to cast judgement upon others you may say, can I do that to myself?

Dearest, that is what I do best!

These poems take a step back from the love obsessed fool I have been. Without the focus on love, on others and their faults and actions towards me I must look at myself and who I am.

Sad Faery Poems follows a heart-shattering look at self, at life and all the hardships endured. Always chasing the light at the end of the tunnel, this time finally reaching it.

A love letter to October, to autumn and the magic & possibilities life holds.