My Room
My Room
My room felt so full yesterday,
I remember the time that I barely had space.
A time that I had to sit outside of my room.
Just so all of them could fit in.
But today all the space in my room is meant only for me.
There is no one here now,
And it honestly feels lonely
My own voice echoes back to me,
If I have a question only I answer.
If I cry, only I can wipe my tears.
If I made a joke, only I laugh.
I sometimes miss that room full of people,
It was noisy, so was it chaotic.
Most of the time I could not hear my own voice.
If I had a question, there were people to mock me.
If I cried, there were people to mock me.
If I cracked a joke, I had people to call me lame.
It was "My Room" but clearly I did not belong there.
The noise, the mocking faces,
All come back.
But I open my eyes,
I am back in my empty room,
There is so much space again,
But I don't fear that,
I get up,
And start to fill it.
Not necessarily with people,
But with sunshine, colours, flowers and all the things that cannot be taken away.
I am finally in a room that is mine.
Thank You 💙
-MJM.
