Haven

My room.
It’s the place where I can
think in peace.
It’s the place where I am
most at ease.
It can be quiet and relaxing,
Like the seaside
on a breezy summer day.
Or it can be loud and upbeat,
like a Hotspur concert
at 12 on a Saturday night.

In my room,
I can express myself freely.
Take my imagination
where ever it leads me.
So many ideas fill my head
when I’m in my room,
and I can display them
without fear,
because my room
does not judge me.
It is unbiased;
My room knows me.

At times, my life is
too constricting,
like the white cushioned room
of a mental asylum,
or a locked car
at the dump
ready to be demolished.
Those are times
that I retreat to my room,
my salvation,
my escape,
my safe haven.