I woke up feeling dreary

in a frozen


deep winter

kind of way.

It was snowing

and bitter cold

I plugged up my ears

listened to “She Lost Control”

feeling content to be wrapped in the heart of winter bleakness

thankful I have a home

Space to be myself

and create

A place where I can concentrate

Where my art can incubate

A place to call my own

It’s been a long road but I’m finally home