Cracked blue leather, the chair creaks below.

Soft yellow walls, reflect the setting suns glow.

Unpretentious, I tap my foot, Anxiety at root.

The pen lightly shakes, the mind nervously quakes.

Air filled pillows, crumple and hiss.

My head lies down, my love, I miss.

Piled dirty laundry, nothing too bad.

In this very same place, God has covered me in grace.

Cold tile floor, my feet balance, unnervingly.

The heavy wooden door., creaking and yearning-

for another hopeless soul,

God’s love and strength,

I’ll hope to show.

Long florescent hallway, faux wood floor. 

I venture for my cure, passing by the boring huge doors.

Marbled wallpaper, green safety rails.

Just like my emotional roller coaster, the hall to travel, I muster.

Late afternoon, the dayroom clear, the ring of a telephone,

reverberates in my ear.

The hope wells up, but the other asks a name.

I sigh with sorrow, and more than slight doubt,

seemingly running through my veins.

But I gotta find the peace,

the love I know who waits.

That shining star whos helped me-

through the week.

Although theres been no talk,

and no association,

I know I’ll speak to her soon, full of elation.