Twenty Two!

Little Girl.

The walls were creeping in,
And the little girl decided to take the shelter,
To the only place she knew would protect her.
She ran to her window-
And looked out
The sun was shining bright
And the wind was mellow.
There was a garden nearby
And butterflies flying,
It was so pretty that the walls felt heavy.
Her legs followed the twinkle of her eye,
Without her permission;
And took her outside to the world that laid nearby.
She spend the day in and day out,
Catching the butterflies,
Finally seeing the light
And the beauty it never hides.
But soon it got dark,
And the sun hid behind the clouds.
The butterflies were gone,
When she look around-
No familiar face nearby,
It felt awful and the dread crept in
Just when the moon came out
And the wolves became howling.
She ran and ran and ran for my life,
Gasping and choking on tears
Desperate to leave it far behind.
She stood at the intersection,
Waiting to go home,
That she couldn't find.
But how would she go home now,
When she finally desires to,
Now that she couldn't recall-
Which way she has come to?
'Doors and doors everywhere
But none that feels like mine,
How to find the one door that will take her inside?'
It's been so long since she got out
That the memory of her door is a little blurred
And the wolves out there are following her scent
While she can't recall the place.
There are signboards everywhere
With the names mentioned on them,
But she cries hard,
As she can't read.
She doesn't understand,
So there she stands waiting and ready.
She finally wants to go back home,
Being a child of three
But where is her home
She couldn't figure it.
It's been so long
While her little legs are exhausted of running,
She needs to get back to herself-
Before the wolves catch up and never set her free.