A Place I Like To Go

There is a place I like to go,

When this world I must depart.

When Im angry, sad, or tired,

When there’s aching in my heart.

I find myself there often.

Not knowing when or how I arrived.

But in this place I travel to,

is where I feel most alive.

It is magic. It is wonder.

It is everything that excites me.

It is tragic. It is horror.

It is everything that frightens me.

The stage for my hopes and dreams to play out.

Anything there is possible.

Will I lose myself to this place once more?

The chances are highly probable.

It is wretched. It is disgusting.

It is hideously frightful.

It is familiar. It is comforting.

Even the monsters there are delightful.

Offering all that makes me smile.

Beauty, joy and love.

Disclosing all that are my trials.

It’s what nightmares are made of.

Through all of the ups and downs,

Of this roller coaster ride.

It’s been there all along,

This place I like to hide.

And with very little effort,

I arrive again and again.

To this portal that takes me home,

A warm embrace that pulls me in.

For in this place that may seem to you,

as though it is not real.

Is where I truly come alive,

and my secrets are revealed.

Not able to be seen with physical eyes,

but it is there nonetheless.

It is ever changing,

Morphing, into all I dare to wish.

So if you see me staring off,

Into what may seem like space.

Know that I am there once more,

In this enchanted, hidden place.

And when you ask me, “What are you thinking about?”

And I just smile and say, “Oh, nothing.”

It is then that I am in this place,

of my own imagining.