Little House Unseen

Little house at night with stars shining on As if it was your roof I find myself in your front on the outer side Looking away at a city beyond I see so many lights Almost as many as those above the clouds It is busy, conversing between it-selves I look at us and we seem small in comparison There is thunder, a commotion in the sky What I thought was natural Turned out to be hundreds of fighter planes Twisting and turning over the nest of busyness Dropping unfriendly metal shells Pandemonium I run into you little house I hear them come and it scares me Drives me to your place of peace My first reaction to call on my mother “Turn off the lights!!” She turned off only one, in her room With annoyance I wonder why I run to her, discovering she is seated On a chair by the window Facing the door Seeming calm with no expression As if she surrendered to the inevitable Content with her choice “Will you not move mother?” Away!! I pleaded hysterically Come hide with me under the bed! Her answer, as I expected, ‘No’ She wants to stay I could not convince her of the danger It was mine, my own, my fear I glanced out again through the window As I feared, the roaring metal machine approached Dropping the unfriendly I felt it would crash down on us At the same time I became aware I was asleep This was only a reality in my delusion I changed it, for this was not to be the outcome I would choose The unfriendly fell Slowly Outside the little house “Illusion”, the word my mother whispered There were no ‘unfriendlies’ They did not know me, of my existence, of me I was not seen, neither was the little house I believed what I believed That I had a little house With ‘unfriendlies’ approaching She believed otherwise And so, this was her truth Would it not be wiser to choose a truth that suits you?