"It's Not What It Looks Like" by Elizabeth Wheeler

Photo by Elizabeth Wheeler

In my own little corner. My happy place. Blues, purples, a new piece of furniture. Some papers finally filed. Pictures of family, beautiful daughter, a happy me. A lifetime of love, learning, hopes, dreams. Often my space to think, to write, to escape. To isolate. Yes, to isolate. Past tense. To have isolated. Today it’s not what it looks like. Mom, my daughter asked me,How will you deal with your “ corner” when you get home? It’s not what it looks like. I’m holding strong, steady. A bird on the edge of those mountains. Soaring with the winds of time time, no more fighting. Accepting the fate that has been dealt me. It’s not what it looks like. The past is gone. The wind blows with me. Blowing clean air. My corner is clean. I am home wherever I am now. It’s what I want it to look like. It’s mine.