Safe Haven

My safe haven is a beaten child’s heaven. A place I go to escape reality into a mystical imagination no one knows. A place only I can go. A place I go hide when my daddies to far gone. He’s to drunk to find me so I’m safe till dawn. It’s filled with blankets and my mom’s college Shakespeare book, The one she still doesn’t know I took. I hear him yell and I hear her scream, But I’m safe here living in my daydreams. A place where fathers love daughters, and husbands love wives. A place where people live by happiness for all their lives. In my special magical place. In my small four by four closet space. Looking in it doesn’t looks like much. But in a shattered child’s eyes it’s just the touch. When I make it their I don’t need to worry or care. It’s mine so I don’t have to share. I escape from my home of hell And dream of stories far from here to tell. I read my book and then I’m lost. I find myself in a land of diamonds and frost. Love in my special place is unconditional. Children are special and sensational. My safe haven I go When I need saving. Daddy comes after me even if I haven’t been miss behaving. So I have to disappear without a trace. In my special magical place. In my small four by four closet space. Years later I remember a little girl that hides. I remember how innocence dies. I remember that girls dreams. I remember how she almost fell through the seams. I remember she was brave. I remember she was saved. In my special magical place. In my small four by four closet space.