There’s a place in a persons mind where they go and don’t feel. They go there sometimes when life is hard and it seems like the world is against them. They’ll stop there for a moment and realize how insignificant the trouble in front of them is. In this place, they are larger than life, because they are. Here, they can take on the world, because they can. Here, their problems don’t affect the way they view their lives, because they don’t. It’s troubling though, because when everything in life is going their way, when all the stars are aligned and things are good, people still visit that place in their mind. As if there is an allure to the torment within the walls of their conscience. Despite the comfort provided, there’s always the reminder as to why the room was built to begin with.

You see, as a person who has spent what is probably a quarter of his life in this room, I can tell you there is something enticing about it. There is something attractive about the invincibility of your psyche. In my room there are vibrant colors, strong foundations, comfort, and contentment. Here I can relax and know the real world has no affect on what happens or what will happen. However, even when my life is great and I can handle the things in front of me, I find myself there. Because there, the knot in my stomach doesn’t exist and my heartbeat becomes but a welcome lull in the storm raging outside.

There’s a storm outside

It rattles the shutters

I’m safe in this room

Though how my heart still stutters

 

There’s a storm outside

I’m questioning how safe these walls really are

I’ve weathered many hard rains in here

Not a single drop, nor breeze, has made it thus far

 

There’s a storm outside

It keeps me up at night, tying my stomach in knots

It howls and crashes

Putting emphasis, a crescendo, on my thoughts

 

There’s a storm outside

Wrapped with confidence in my room

Alone with these notions, unsure of what’s true

Because there’s a storm—inside too