My Room

The space where I am most myself
So small I’m pressed against 
the walls of the womb 
that stretch as I grow
Where I cannot help 
but hug myself 
because there’s nowhere else to go
no way else to be
still longing to be free 
of my own grasp
birthed at last
from this shrunken balloon 
blissfully deafened by the songs in my head
how I wish 
someone could hear them
Let me out
I’ll let you in