My room is very typical, I suppose
For a teenage girl these days.
Fake vines hanging on my walls,
Pictures of my friends on my nightstands,
Fluffy blankets and canopies and fairy lights
But there's one thing that's different from the rest.
The stars on my bedroom ceiling lost their glow years ago.
I remember
When I was afraid of the dark.
They were my reprieve,
Large, green glowing star shapes giving me my sense of comfort.
And while my room changed,
My walls went from pink to white and gray,
My dolls changed to eye shadows,
And I traded little kid books for big girl ones,
My stars remained.
Because I love my room,
I really do,
But my sense of comfort was those stars.
I've traded their glow for fairy lights,
But they still remain
Because I can't bear to let
That tiny little part of me
...go.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poetry"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
