A ceiling dotted with glowing stars,
A moon and comets dimly lit above,
Until my eyes were heavy, I’d stare,
At the only stars I ever touched.
Long gone are the nights I’d dream
Of floating around in endless space–
Oh, how it shattered my heart,
The day I walked out that place.
The four walls of the room,
They’ve heard countless jokes and roaring laughter,
Playful pillow fights and misunderstandings,
As well as the reconciliation soon after;
Those walls have heard secrets buried,
Seen midnight munchies being stashed,
Books read with flashlights under the sheets–
All the bittersweet memories I left behind.
The four walls have seen me blush
As I exchanged sweet nothings with my first love,
And later, they muffled my endless sobs
As I found myself heartbroken and failed.
These were the walls that had my back
When I came crashing down on my knees;
Saying goodbye to them was as impossible
As leaving behind a whole part of me.
The walls gleamed golden yellow,
Warm sunlight filtered through orange drapes;
Squirrels would come knock at my window,
And then playfully scurry away.
Now that I think about it,
My little world was within those four walls,
So, I couldn’t help but break a just a bit
As I took my final steps down the halls.
I run my fingers over the pillars
That I had painted bright flowers on,
Glyphs and runes in vibrant colours–
Art that took me several hours, all gone.
It feels now like a memory from a dream,
Now that I want to go back, I can’t;
From where I stand, farther away it seems,
Cherishing those memories is all I can.
It’s funny how four walls of a room
Slowly become an inseparable part of you:
Those four walls have seen my first verses,
My first love and my first heartbreak too.
A new story begins and new walls are built,
For all the chapters to be written,
All the new spaces, yet to be filled
With all the new secrets to be hidden.
‘One last look’, I tell myself in vain,
I cannot bring myself to walk away,
I keep going back, again and again,
Perhaps I can let go of them someday.
Dear four walls of my past,
I now bid you farewell,
Memories you encase shall forever last,
I shall now walk away, wish me well.
Today’s prompt via napowrimo.net was to write about a bedroom that we had spent some part of our lives in. This poem is about my room from a house that we lived in for almost 10 years of my life. There are plenty of memories that were made within those four walls of my room, so here’s to good times. Xx
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