It was a place of release
In the back of a closet
A place I would go
To make a mental deposit
The only thing I ever wanted
And the one thing I never got
Was eventually replaced
With this little spot

With an older sister and younger brother
I never got the bedroom
My role was the roommate
It's called middle child syndrome
But that couldn't hold me down
I was resourceful even way back then
So I created an area under my clothes
This became my poets den
Oh, the things you do at the age of ten

I placed pillows on the floor
Hung a flashlight from above
It wasn't much but it was mine
And oh was I in love
With no one there to bother me
I was free to write
The chance to finally express myself
Without holding back or being polite

Suddenly I had notebooks filled
Letting so much go
Ironically in this small place
I found the room to grow
I can only imagine what everyone thought
Each time I crawled into this little spot

My parents knew I needed it
My own place to be alone
To find myself in this world
To discover answers to everything unknown
Who knew that in a dark hole
One could grow a creative soul

Eventually I grew too tall
To escape to the inside
But I'll never forget those days
Or the spot where I could hide