My Bed

Once an object of function and rarity

now a refuge verging on obsession

my happy place to hide from a judging world outside

the silence broken only by the rhythmic beating of my heart

a place to dream of the past and have nightmares of the future

a creative space to listen, read, and write

where I can be me without pretension

a resting place for my weary bones and tired brain

ultimately my vehicle to meet eternity?