MY ROOM

I'm in this room

It looks like a shack but it holds great history

My history

What's great about not sharing is the freedom you get

In this room I have 3 things

A lamb

A white and big as one can get

A water

Where I see my reflection

A podium

Where I can speak my truth only it is not for me

A book

It's cover brown but black if you truly look properly

A new object is appearing but I don't think it's here to stay

I've preached this a thousand times

I need glasses

But now I have them

What an accomplishment

Nostalgia hits me I remember people banging on my unstable door

I remember being afraid

But somehow they never got in

I may not have a bed or a TV or anything besides what has been given to me

But I have god in me

I feel him he's always there and he will always protect those he swore to protect