My Bedroom

My personal prison, which also releases me.
Inside the box that confines and frees me.

The darkness that gives light.
The silence that breeds sensitivity.
The cage that lets my mind run free.
The nothing that spawns creativity.

My room is me, and I my room.
My childhood shelter from the bad things outside.
Each wall is my friend, and each mark and scuff.
Faded decay like an old married pair.

My room.
My home.
My life and universe.

My paradise.
My family.
Protector and curse.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.