The Blueprint

Home to me is like a diary, yes, very opinionated

and not for just anyone to freely see.

Kept under a lock and key, maybe added security for your

most deepest and darkest fantasies.

Each floor board a storyboard of scattered memories,

scuffs and marks all up and down the balcony.

Doodles and drawings for the art work hanging up on the wall,

Pictures and sculptures, décor and all.

Every tumble and fall, every leaf crumbled in fall,

snuck in every nook and cranny till the binding is all beat and bent.

Pipes and other items are just hung with tape when the money is spent.

New and improved when you have some extra after all the expenses.

A fresh page in a new book, a new adventure and outlook.

A few pages make up a room, a few rooms a chapter,

wish I was outside playing with my friends as I hear their laughter,

but I have to finish this paragraph then after, I'll go out and play before

I conclude the day. Free to be me day after day,

a safe haven to say what I want to say, and think how I want to think.

Sink to clean the stains of yesterday.

Nobody to gripe about the grammatical errors or that one crooked chair.

It's your safe space, a safe place, to think and dream, as you write all the

goals in life you’ve yet to achieve.

Signing out for the night,

Hope Ann Believe