Reflection

The Bedroom

                         The silence of my room,
                         The stillness does consume.
                         The echoes from the past,
                         The memories that last.
                         The tick-tock of the clock,
                         The sound of a distant rock.
                         The laughter of a child,
                         The life outside, so free, so wild.
                         The many thoughts that come and go,
                         The sadness I have yet to know,
                         The friends and dear ones that I miss.
                         The boyfriends and the stolen kiss.
                         The loneliness and the time,
                         The reflection that is mine.