Jade Jetée

Contributor

my bedroom waits for me

with cotton sheets and pillow cases

a city of stuffed animals

my childhood in traces

when white paint chips away 

pink and yellow glow beneath

for years my room has held me

thoughtfully, like a crow in a heath

hardwood floors reveal themselves

under a shroud of heavy fabrics

they remember the way my feet feel

creeping in after late night antics

the radiator hums a familiar melody

and lulls me into a dream

dancing on the ceiling stars 

that no longer seem to beam

the closet hinges scream

where i used to hide my rage

releasing the trapped echos

of a little girl in her cage

my bedroom always stays

as everything gives way to change

my bed still rocks me, like a cradle

the only difference is my age