My Space

Space

Something so great

When there is no other face

Within it

Which nothing can replace.

It does not matter if this space

Is small and tight like a cage

Or filled with cold air like landscapes,

As long as I have a place with a name

To sprawl in without shame

And hide in without any form of fame

I feel like I can breathe again.

Strip me of this, and I become a bane

I feel as though the atmosphere is filled with bolts and cranes

Instead of homely

I just don't feel sane

And as though I've been abandoned on a foreign train.

Though I can laugh and play

In a sea of Michaels and Fayes

I always make sure to say

Let me have my occasional space

To hide in like a maze

A space I can call my own place

Without an onlooking gaze

And I will always return with a big grin on my face.