I Remember This Room

She lay in her bed all comfy and warm.

Music in the background helping her rest,

knowing in her heart it was all for the best.

She lost her home and a life she once knew,

then gained a new one but the past haunted her too.

Her illness was something she faced every day and it had changed her life in many ways.

She gazed at the walls painted ruby red, with black written script

at the foot of the bed.

The words read “Dream Until Your Dreams Come True.”

Something she has tried to do.

She adjusted her pillows just a bit more and her view turned into the ceiling and part of the wall.

Dusty, white, ceiling fan wasn’t always there,

walls were white once, with posters everywhere.

Mural of an angel use to lie alongside her bed

with stars that ‘glowed in the dark’ around her head.

Now the room looks adult, furnished with comfort in mind,

tons of pillows with a bed so high;

above the floor she climbs right in but not the same one

when she was ten.

This room is at her Mom’s home, where she grew up.

Wearing a stigma across her chest,

leaving with greatness, coming back less.

A Stigma placed by her and what society thought;

Nonetheless

in her heart she knew

there was more to her

than the comments that grew.

Realizing

some people, have nowhere to turn;

she tries everyday to walk with her head,

held high

leaving the shame and the stigma behind.