My special room

There`s a room at the end of the hall
It`s a special place I go to hide
All my secrets are treasured in there
My old life is locked away inside

All hidden from inquisitive eyes
Allowing me somewhere to retreat
Time for me to think and remember
A place for me and my past to meet

I visit and lock the door behind me
Feeling safe between these four walls
Then I sit and contemplate my life
Feeling good, knowing the future calls


Thinking and remembering my past, never wanting to forget,  this special room is in my
mind and I love to visit it when I can as it is comforting.

© Lis Bull 2013