The prompt said:
A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.
I believe that I am a person who also enjoy solitary confinement. So, when I need to think things over, calm my mind and, at times, cry, I go to my special place – my room and inside my head.
My room has been with me for the longest time. Ever since I was in 5th grade, I have been using this room and it has been a witness to all my ups, downs and in betweens.
If I am not feeling well, I could live inside my room for days and would just go out to grab a bite to eat whenever everyone is asleep. I am not afraid to be myself inside my own room – I can sing my lungs out, dance to the groove nobody can hear and cry as if I have unlimited supply of tears.
My room, unlike other parts of the house, has special designs. I have put up pictures at one part of the wall to remind me of memories. I have also created a pseudo-whiteboard to write thoughts and goals and frustrations. I have my collection of books, every bit of gadget I have and the walls and doors are especially designed by me.
Whenever I feel like the world is crumbling down on me, I try to refrain from interacting with other people. That is to say that I would not like to unleash all my frustrations and anger at other people. The room helps me do that. I would just lock the door, watch movies on my computer or sleep.
My sanctuary – my special place, could not be replaced. Or, if I were to pick another one, I’d rather have a house by the beach. That would be a better sanctuary for me.
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