Forever My Room

This is how it goes.

I begin by stepping into my room.

 

It’s everything to me that it smells like my perfume.

It has 7 walls with a light that might go boom,

but don't just assume this is a typical room.

It has carpet on the ground, so I unwind on the floor. 

 

I gaze at the ceiling, and it is quite appealing,

like faith healing.

When most are weak and dreary, 

my bed makes me a merry fairy.

 

Can we all listen to the basis of my oasis,

having protection, being gracious? 

I’m thinking about my life, thinking about going places.

I’m even thinking about how to become famous.

 

Blue is on walls with some quotes here and there.

Did I mention that there was a spinning, recliner chair?

Let’s just emphasize that this is MY paradise 

Finding peace in my mind and serenity, 

it’s just a matter of time till I find my destiny. 

 

I believe THIS is my safe haven, having no obligations.

Every night, I say a prayer to share the lord’s air.

Thankfully, this is forever my sanctuary…

This poem is about: 
Me

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