Bedroom

as my eyes gaze around my bedroom;

my safe place, my sanctuary

I can’t help but think about 

everything that’s happened to me

I stare at the ambient light

that glows with a sitting fairy

the candles that are burning 

are scented of peach and raspberry

my walls hold untold stories of 

grief, anger, sadness, and laughter

this is the place my mom 

and my dog always gather

there used to be holes that have

since been covered with plaster

there are some old books that I have yet to 

finish, I’ve only gotten through one chapter

this bedroom has seen it all, that’s why it 

makes me upset thinking about changing it

taking down my posters and

and my tapestry of the Misfits

in the corner I keep my piano and guitar,

on the ceiling there are planets, 

a crescent moon, and lots of stars

I feel that it’s time to part with these things 

because they’re reminders from the past, 

it’s like reading through old notebooks of 

unfinished poems that are compiled in drafts

with this, I will put everything into a 

scrapbook followed by polaroid pictures

all of the notes, the cards, and the stickers

to look back on my childhood 

when I have kids someday

I could pull it out and show them, 

“My room used to look this way.”

- Leah Rae