Safe Space

Where the damp wall 

Smells like home; 

And the faded poster on the wall 

Reminds me of good times.

There is this glow in the dark 

Pack of Stars that I put up 

Because I am scared of the dark. 

And the bed, pillows and cushions 

Seems to know me more than people.

They witnessed my insecurities and fears.

I can tell you which book is on which shelf 

Without really looking, 

Every single showpiece holds a strong meaning. 

And a picture of You watches over me. 

I can cry there in peace, 

Scream, yell, vent and rant 

All to myself, without judgement. 

To people, it looks like a lonely corner 

Where I allow no one, and nobody cares for it. 

But to me, in good days and bad 

That is my safe space.

Suranya


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