She is;
left of centre, lightheaded, airheaded, ditsy, not all quite there.
She's off in her own world with her fairy friends,
riding wild brumbies and selling sea shells living as a gypsy,
dancing on stars and fluttering with the butterflies,
in her secret magical garden.
She floats around in her white gown, talking to the animals and singing to the ailing.
She runs away,
off to that place,
just to escape.
Lately she's visited more often and staying there longer each time.
She wants to stay there, forever,
but has to fight,
against those who are trying to keep her back,
they are only trying to help but they do not realise that she is better off in her own home
