While writing this poem, I wanted to communicate how art class is a comfortable place for me. This class is different from all the rest including location, senses, and how my mind works. By contrasting the actual classroom to cold, steel prison bars I am creating an image in the readers mind. When I wrote of the sun shining through the windowpanes I thought of the panes in two ways, as one an opening to light, but also to relieve the “pain” of the other classrooms. I personally feel very uncomfortable in rooms without windows and our high school has many rooms without windows.

The art room has natural light that makes a world of difference to me. In this room I can think in color, not just black and white. I do not feel the cold restraints of the cement walls surrounding me, and I do not feel as claustrophobic as I do in the other rooms. I honestly would have panic attacks when coming back to school after summer due to the packed classrooms without windows. I wanted to communicate these feelings in my poem to help the reader understand that environment does make a difference. When light is allowed to come in through windows the room is not so crowded and a person’s mind can think deeper and more meaningfully. When I wrote “my soul is transformed through my fingertips” I was trying to express the deeper work I can perform in this room.