The Bed: Growing up, I never had my own room, so when we finally moved to a new house, it marked a turning point for me. It was the first time I truly felt the joy of owning something that was entirely mine.  My bed is one of my favorite things in my room, it represents so much more than just a place to sleep; it’s a sanctuary where I can fully be myself. It’s where I find comfort after a long day, a space that cradles me as I rest and recharge. I’ve spent countless nights there, crying over heartaches or frustrations, feeling the soft sheets absorb my tears. In those moments, it becomes a haven where I can let my emotions flow freely.

This is a place of reflection. I often find myself lying there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my dreams, aspirations, and the challenges I face. This sacred space allows me to sort through my feelings, making sense of the world around me from when I woke up until I closed my eyes. It holds my secrets and memories, reminding me of my journey and how far I’ve come. 

This poetry was a collection of mine in the year 2024: it shows the funny situation of feeling great, but at the same time feeling like you're doing less. I loved this so much but sometimes you outgrow things the same way you lie down on the floor when your bed feels different.