Words on paper

Building castles in air

This happened to my mother
and my mother said it happened to her mother
but I always pray it wouldn't befall me
the same fate which befell my mother.

I prayed for a happy marriage
where beatings and battles absently rage
happiness and laughter being the order of the day
and our marriage will be bright - Sun ray.

I told my mother my tales
and she looked at me like I had grown a tail
and but till this day I understand
that look of disdain.

I remember vividly like yesterday
on my sixteenth year old birthday
early in the morn, even before the day was awake
my mother packed my things and gave me away.

I have cloths
more than I could have dreamt my own.
but I have scars
more than I wish to own.

Till now I still dream
of my own dream boat
but as I said earlier, it is but a dream,
a dream looking so grim.

And I sit in front of my mirror
I look at my skin, now turned a horror
my pot bellied husband comes - in a terror
whip in hand to add yet another scar.

And as the whip lands on my back
I feel pain - not the whips pain
for my nerve endings are dead
but pain that I've been building
since I can remember, castles in the air