What I found in this room

When I sit in this room
Time just stops in its tracks.
Words obscured by daily grind
bubble up into my mind.
We laugh and we cry
and it’s ok if we do.
No one to judge: “This is naught”.
All is well and time can restart.

When I sit in this room
my words all make sense.
My life comes to me
in memories not too bad.
Surrounded by my family,
all is well and I am safe.
From the truth is born the fiction
which I long to make my own.

When I sit down in this room
I know that I can be
what the teacher knows I am.
Others see, hear and smell
where I have been and when
I walk out of this room
and their dreams follow me
to cheer me to shape mine into life.

@EvB

Dedicated to my creative writing Teacher Dr. Peggy Rosana Preciado

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