Beloved Freedom

I have always wanted to be in my own place

Where I feel at ease even settling in a small space

Because every surface embraces me with my artistry 

From the sight of crafts to the sworn insights they carry

From the weariness of ink to the scented sheets it fulfilled

An army of termites hastily assembled themselves

For a decadence of painted woods were striking allurements

Vulnerable is my room for it underwent agonies from refurbishment

Nevertheless, nothing has changed

Beloved freedom is still right from the moment I step on the half-polished floor and lock the door

Contented am I of the arrays that amicably surround me

Embossed stuffs, pillow-crowded bed, old adorned curtains, undiscovered books, pensive walls feeble structures, 

Once astounded by the widened ceiling,

So powerful that I felt as if the possibility of seeing the world of opportunities soon is certain

With all of them, I feel the  sincerest flecks of myself

Always inconspicuously hovering somewhere

It is the atmosphere of smiles, of tears and everything that makes me human that all linger inside the four corners

My intention not to expound that called "everything" is a constructive failure

Serenly conquered by a desire for detailed imagery of thoughts

Impelled to make a glimpse of "everything" deepen

Everything that I am is from the breathing as I wake up to the stretching of arms for a new chance to start again

Everything that I am is from the staring at the mirror to the thinking of my flawed beauty

Everything that I am is from the ensuring of my belongings to be orderly to the remembering them as temporary

Everything that I am is from the turning of the pages of a novel to the figuring out of what is next to write about

Everything that I am is from the listening to the shuffled songs to the singing of this heart out

Everything that I am is from the seeing of vibrancy of inspirations to the pondering of my ageless aspirations

Everything that I am has always been naked in my own place

Everything indeed is an inert onlooker that knows my every inch of endeavors 

Gives a feeling of being free as I am imprisoned

That is why I have always wanted to come back home