The Room

In my room, I sit and stare

At the walls so bare, and the empty chair

And I miss the happy girl who once lived there

Who would laugh and dance without a care

The room laments as it watches me sigh

Its walls, once awash with color, now a mournful cry

As I sit upon the bed, reminiscing days of old, I sigh.

My computer screen looks back at me in a challenge

The room whispers “write”

The room whispers “cry”

The room whispers “at least try”

I say nothing back..

I stare at the screen, my chest overflowing with all the things that hurt but shouldn’t

"Remember me," the room begs, "as I used to be

A haven of joy and laughter, full of endless possibility

I sit in silence, as days feel like they’re turning into years

The room a shell of its former self, filled with sorrows and tears

The walls, once adorned with posters and dreams

Now stripped of all colors, just emptiness it seems

All the inconveniences of the week

The stud that fell off my shoe,

The time my phone died mid-sentence

Getting the flu

Every goodbye that hasn’t happened yet

Every unanswered text

The room, like a mother, tries to soothe and bring me back

But nothing can erase the sadness, that I feel, alas

Where did she go, that happy girl?

I look around, and I see the contrast

Between the past and the present, like two masks

One, a symbol of youth and glee

The other, a reflection of the pain I feel and see

The room, once a shelter of happiness and light

Now a witness to all the burdens that I fight

The curtains flutter in the wind, like a dance so free

The room tries to remind me, of the girl I used to be

But it's hard to forget the pain, that life can bring

How it can turn dreams to nightmares, making the heart sting

And I can’t help but think of all the ways I have let myself down

All the times I could’ve fought harder to leave this town

The room urges me to find that happy girl once again

To seek out new adventures, and to leave behind the pain

To throw open the windows, see the world anew

Maybe I’ll find her hidden in the pages of the books I have yet to read

Maybe I’ll find her in a painting I haven’t started yet

Maybe all I have to do is get out of bed today,

And she will be here tomorrow

Maybe all I have to do is dust the shelf

And she will comeback

Or arrange my drawer

Maybe all I have to do is write or sing

Send that text or watch that show

Maybe all I have to do today is be kind to myself

Amidst the gloom and sorrow

Maybe all I have to do is hold on to hope of a better tomorrow

And as life persists, the room does too

A monument to the past and what once was true

A picture pasted on the wall, a reminder

That maybe someday, if not today.. I will find her