How to Own a Space

I was given a room, an old one.

It was pretty furnished - a bed, a fan, a small closet,

Oh! And a nicely-varnished bookshelf.

Then there were...

few little things the former dwellers used.

I looked around and saw the walls peeling, 

discolored from past rains coming in. 

A cracked glass window let in dusty air.

Corners were covered with nets to keep off insects.

It was now my room, such an old one.

So I grabbed a broom, a mop, a trash bag,

then prepared a rag and a basin of water.

I scrubbed the floor, surfaces, edges,

and wiped things off to my satisfaction.

I pulled in my piano and set a chair,

and pushed in my study desk.

Then I hanged my clothes in the closet,

and placed my shoes and boots on the rack.

I then brought out bottles of paint and brushes,

and dabbed colors on walls and windows.

I formed lines, vines, and roses

then plastered sheets of paintings and sketched faces.

I turned around, looking at all that I made.

I adored the change, oh I loved the remake!

The room, sure was an old one,

But it was now a different space.

This room is now my place.