Timber Brook Road 

I arrived at that house with imagination and youth. 

The colors of my ribbons from shows painted my walls by my closet

while my bed was decorated with stuffed animals accumulated 

from every toy store ever. 

Above my bed sat a display of snow globes from every city across the world

my mom had visited and brought back for me

as a way of taking me with her business trips. 

My desks held all my art supplies where the drawers were flooded with 

old colored pencils, broken erasers, paper scraps, watercolors 

and past pieces of art my younger self had made. 

My closet was stuffed with bright clothes and fun shoes which 

clashes with my neutral based taste now. 

My tv across my bed where I watched every cars movie

halloween special, all of the wizards of waverly place, 

and countless more that led me into deep sleep. 

My window seat that peers out into the front yard 

where the towering pine trees provided shielding from our 

weekly nerf wars or the windchill from building snowmen, 

or our summer water balloon fights around the property line. 

All the marks on the wall, was made by my sister sneaking out, 

me playing the floor is lava, my mom doing handstands in the living room, 

all three of us growing together, was gone. 

It was time to grow up, I knew that and so did the little girl standing

in the purple and teal themed room looking right back at me

telling me to never lose my sparkle in the dark world of reality.

I left that house with heartache and adulthood in front of me.