Reality check

At it again, fists smash flesh
bash and rend, too young, too small
to defend, my brother,
mother, me, we all cop a hiding
so I retreat to my sanctuary

I hide and read about a magical
place, with races of creatures
that capture the imagination,
letting me escape cursed reality
to a land in my mind, its frailty
apparent when the screaming starts
in.

I read on, force my mind to go
to Narnia.
The lines blurred by tears,
child fears hidden amongst
the wonder of a world where
the children win,
they have right on their side, the might
of swords, bows and knives,
wielding weapons against the evil
oppression that rages in a world not their own

my world is splintered, like the robe door I was
hiding behind, try as I might, to fight back
against the maelstrom brought down
by my failure to make a bed to standard,
I am left bleeding on the floor, stranded,
alone, my precious book shredded by a man
wedded to vicious intent.

So Narnia where my mind could flee is
now torn tatters on the floor,
don't know if tears are because of pain,
or at the loss of a place I could go
to keep me sane,
dreams and reality don't coincide
in the place I used to hide.

No, dreams and reality don't coincide
in the place I used to hide.