A room of my own

I have built a 'room of my own',

.......no i dont want to come out

i am secure here,

i dont need to draw curtains here

coz there are no windows,

my room is tidy and clean, i dont need to sweep the dust of

the world

a shaft of sunlight that pierces from a crack in the roof,

burns my skin.

why do you want me to come out ??

how do i come out ?

my room has no door...

if a shaft burns my skin, the sun will incinerate me

and i am not a phoenix to rise from ashes.

i confine myself to a corner of 'my room'

away from that roof

i hear the voices outside, calling me

but you cant come in

nor can i come out.

I am secure in 'my room'

my room......windowless....doorless...