Here In My Room

Here, basking in the quiet of my room I sat and thought, thought, thought, Imagining dreamscapes of faraway fantasies And envisioning a perfect world. Here, trapped in the walls of my prison I sat and sobbed, sobbed, sobbed, Letting bitter tears track down my face And screaming at the world’s injustice. Here, huddled in the safety of my haven I sat and wrote, wrote, wrote Pouring out my heart to the patient page And exposing the turmoil of my soul. Here, cheerful in the inspirational spot I sat and drew, drew, drew Capturing the beauty of the sunrise And marveling at the beautiful colors of my brush. Here, languid in my suffocating misery I sat and stared, stared, stared Watching people pass by with an uninterested eye And counting the tiles on the ceiling. I've now grown up out of my snug little room And into the uncertain world. I look back with a certain fondness At the place that still holds my life's story.