My imagination blanket is calling,
Safest refuge of mine,
A place all for myself,
Undisturbed and one of a kind.
Weary, dejected or somber,
It offers solace without cost,
Open day and night,
Especially when lost.
To visit,
I only need to close my eyes,
Daydream and fantasize.
Hours upon hours spent within,
Numerous stories of characters living inside me,
A thousand other paths taken,
Adventure, love and magic always waiting to be.
Sometimes I never want to leave
The sure comfort and uplift it provides;
Though I’d waste away into nothing
Or worst,
As real life passes me by.
About the Creator
J.Bee
A writer in the midst of finding her own style and groove.
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