132. A Place I Would Call My Own

At one point in my life,

I had been rather lonely.

I lived with others,

yet I felt as though 

I lived alone.

My mind felt like jelly,

as though it would collapse 

at any moment,

until on one peculiar day 

when I’d found this new place 

to play.

A secret place that I’d made up,

but it wasn’t just an ordinary place.

It was a world born inside my mind,

crafted from my thoughts and ideas.

I wrote them down on paper,

and they would then come to life.

A world of magic and fantasy,

where anything could be made to happen,

anything at all:

I could walk across an endless sea,

or imagine myself to be twenty feet tall!

Or I could wish to be the size of a pea,

no matter what I may dream,

I could have it all!

I created Averlon as an escape,

but then it eventually became a part of me.

A place to visit, a second home,

it became something that I would always need,

if ever again I felt alone.

I knew that Averlon would 

always be there,

even if I never returned.

I still knew that it would always be 

a place I would call my own,

as it would forever be my favorite

home.