The orange sky peaked between the white hangings, filling the atmosphere with an orange hue. My body absorbs and appreciates the gift of Ra, while my pupils dance beyond my eyelids. The sunlight bathes my skin as the warmth activates the nerves intertwined with the jasmine filled linens. The epicenter of my universe, my sacred place.
This place holds no restrictions. I am my authentic self. No fake smiles! Nothing but pure emotion. I feel free! No filtering myself, no neglecting my feelings for the sake of others. No longer having meaningless conversations that don’t serve me. No energy vampires looking to lower my vibration. I am safe!
The walls of this room have watched the tragedies of my life. They have heard the screams and wails caused by my devastation and pain. For my first heartache, I shared days confined within the walls. My tears stained her accents for days. The bright skies hid behind the curtains. A place where comfort was found in my lowest and darkest times.
The greatest joys of my life were shared here. My girlfriends and I shared the secrets of our crushes and first kisses. The gossip of the high school halls traveled back to my room. We were in our most memorable moments without knowing it. The echoes of laughter bounced off the walls, fading to echoic memories.
My parents deemed this the room for me. The room I was greeted with days after entering the real world. My first glimpse of life. The space that would protect me in the most vulnerable times. I’ve sat on the face of the floor revealing my greatest accomplishments. The skin of the acceptance letters hit the floor filled the room with gratitude. Getting dressed up for my first prom. This is where the most important decisions of my life are made without realizing. My parents held me closest and the tightest.
Here I pleaded to the Gods, wanting them to instantly turn me into an adult. Thinking there wouldn’t be a care in the world and I could do whatever I want, when I wanted. No more adults telling me what to do or trying to give me meaningless orders. Now, responsibilities pile up, I wish I was a baby again, and I still have undeveloped adults giving me meaningless instruction, daily.
At the end of the long days, this is what I look forward to too. The serenity and peacefulness of being alone, in a habitat designed solely for me.
