The porcelain doll

' your heart froze colder than ice.
In time you will realise that the sound of silence is all that you hear,
When your tears are falling like snow'

My dream is to go outside and explore out in to the woods,
To feel the earth beneath my feel and the wind brush against me.
To feel snowflakes glide on to my rosy cheeks.
But to be trapped in this small cottage is horrible, my mother thinks I'm to fragile to go out and play with the other children.
But something changes when I see shadows of these small mysterious creatures on my window sill