On: Waking Up in Your Childhood Room

photo by Harper Purcell

On: Waking Up in Your Childhood Room

by fourth year Harper Purcell

How strange a thing it is 

to wake up in your Childhood Room.

The birds sing a nostalgic tune.

One you can't place but matches

the familiar sun rays that poke through,

touching books that once provided patches.

This is you. Was you?

The wholesome girl who once lived here

replaced by who?

There is a piece that lives still inside.

Surrounded by dusty memories and stacks

of CDs that once were obsessions.

What are you obsessed with now?

Talking shit and taking pics?

To be reminders of just how 

much you've changed?

In this room, you're unrecognizable.

But the change can be tuned out when met

with those first moments when you open your eyes,

and almost forget 

you had ever left your Childhood Room.