MY HAPPY PLACE

Nakiya B. Grade12 CRJ

Alone in the house

As God’s watchful clouds Hover above, protecting me. I breathe, Releasing my unspoken worries.

I am able to walk on my own time, Finishing work at my own pace, Which is not a lot but enough. It means I have time to dive Into ideas kept in my headspace.

My bed embraces me. As I scroll through Pinterest, My heart fills with serotonin. It squeezes as I squeal At the sight of adorable fan-art.

Sheets tangle when I leave my bed Into my spinning chair, Which squeaks like a mouse. Paint stains my wooden desk, Signs of the many colorful messes I’ve made.

Music plays, giving my voice life. It hits notes low & high With vocal high fives. Books threaten to take my shelf down Into the soft brown waves of the carpet.

I grab one and pages flip While rain drops fall on the glass, Heavy as tapping fingers, As if eager for me to continue reading.

I gasp as the story twists and turns me around like a merry-go-round.

Though thunder still looms, Calm creativity swirls throughout the room.

So, whether you call it a hut or a house, What you love, Or what you’re all about, For me, the fact remains, This is my happy place.