Small House

In this small house I live,

With my cozy bed and chair,

Books to read and food to eat,

No mind of worries only a soul of pure lady

Every day is the same for me,

Laying on my cozy bed with a book in my hand,

Fascinating scenes and ideas I could see,

By the stories written by the people I read

Bored with my routine I sing or dance,

Sometimes dozing in the bed for the whole day I be,

I wonder where I could feel the real stories I had read,

I wonder can I open the door to be free?

By the window I stare the open field,

Only green and brown of nature I see,

With few houses that I’ve never greet,

I wonder will there be other people like me?

Eagerly I ran to the door,

Hopefully it isn’t lock - it is not,

Suddenly my hand trembling and numb,

Due to my fear of break free and dangers might ahead

What stop me from open the door - I do wonder,

Why the fear of nothing haunting me,

Why the scary thoughts crawling in my mind,

Will there be someone to hurt me – again?

Been in this safe zone is a long time – too much of lease,

Lease of curiosity, dreams, happiness and freedom,

Why I’ve been here – old memories told me to do,

Hurt old memories told me to do.

By believe in myself and faith,

With a strong will and hand the door I open,

Abruptly and widely I let it be,

Myself with new hopes and dreams my foot are tread

Leaving behind the pain and sadden,

I know it’s been past ages with times had flee,

Let I be find my new adventures and merrily live.

With the happy scenes and stories that I had read.