Being safe

Her eyes,
Sponged the dreams,
Colours ,vibrant and alive,
Her tiny legs ,
Barely touched the ground,
Flitting around the garden,
As her wonderland
Sprouted in her winged mind.

The call seemed to be for her,
But she flowed
With the wind.
Who has the time
To reply?
There! the cloud had melted
Into an icy lake.

The call persisisted,
And some one stepped out
Of the dull,
Dreamless home.
With a smile playing on his lips,
Her uncle moved on
To her.
She ran to him,
To show the spread of the icy lake
He hissed into her ear,
"Get in, dear!
Or the beggars
Might as well bundle you
In their bags.
Have you seen their hideous faces?
Be r..eally.. careful.
Or you would be
Walking in rags
And a begging bowl."

The gates creaked open,
And an old figure in rags
Hobbled into the courtyard.
Terror stricken she rushed
Into the house,
Into the room...
And on to the bed...
She leaped,
Covering her face.

The ghostly undone walls kept gaping at her,

Bricks peeping out of the scraped paint

All the dull dreariness secured within it's
Fold, 

She sat huddled on the bed

All alone wanting these walls

To shut her safe
From the hideous beggar.
The dreadful tales gripped her mind,
As she saw herself in rags and a bowl.
She moved further into the corner
And the walls moved in
Prisoned her in,
Blinded her vision
Tarnished her dreams dull
Scraping off the colours of her imagination.