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.

Copyright © Jessica Yi | Year Posted 2006

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