Room Poem by Amanda Eckols

Every corner is occupied
nothing can be moved
it fits like a puzzle
you cant change a thing
or the whole picture
with be nonentity
it is my it is me
yet it is something all of its own
brightly light there is never a dark day
it glows with hope even late into the night
it dreams of flight and bigger thing
a true child at heart earning it's wings
it is my room, so soon i should grow
And bring it along side me
never snuffing out wonder