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Annie Fierro Poem
My Safe Haven
When you say “Annie’s room,” I can already see the pink walls
Through low-spirited, runny, and blurry eyes trying to empty themselves out before leaving
Through the lenses of happiness when I dance around it.
You say “Annie’s room,” and I already hear a variety of music
I hear myself poorly but loudly singing along to Shawn Mendes
Daydreaming about the words in his songs coming true.
You say “Annie’s Room,” and I’m overpowered by the scent
of my favorite candle which smells of peppermint
You say “Annie’s room,” and I already taste
Different flavors of chips that I snuck into those four walls
So that nobody else would have them.
You say “Annie’s room,” and I already feel
The fatigue in my legs after walking up the stairs
The carpet on my back and my feet on the wall when I read
You say “Annie’s room,” and I already find about ten hair ties,
An infinite number of hidden bobby pins,
A homework assignment I thought I had lost months ago,
And a notebook of writing I never wanted to show.
You say “Annie’s room,” and I already want to go back
Back to sleeping in the comfort of my sheets
Back to shamelessly singing songs
Back to staring at the wall and daydreaming
And back to the place where I feel the safest.
Copyright © Annie Fierro | Year Posted 2019
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