Fall asleep in my messy bedroom mind

It‘s a bit warped

and a bit buckled.

Painted – yellow and blue.

You might admire the walls –

They have grown so tall –

And I patched them with fabric and glue.

They’ve kept me warm and dry 

And I’m proud of what they mean.

I’ve tended to these walls so well –

They show what I have been.

But –

I’d like someone to visit 

To witness what I’ve made.

These odds and ends, will sing to them

Each souvenir will say:

This is a life! 

Look at all these memories!

It’s a place, my room

It feels safe, my room

It has protected all I have collected 

But art only becomes art when it is viewed. 

So please admire my walls

As they slowly crumble down. 

Explore this haven gently –

Have a look at all I am.

My room is where I’m safe, you see, 

because it’s where I feel unseen . . .

Would you like to come in?

I’ve put on some tea.

Please take off your shoes. 

Editors: Lucy Cafiero & Erynn Crittenden