Delia

A Hallway is a Woman

They ask me what is the matter

but the issue is

they look at me as if i’ve grown 2 heads

when I explain everything

They no longer see the light in me 

When they hear the full thing

They see me as a dark, quiet hallway.

This quiet hallway’s light is flickering

And her wallpaper is peeling

But she is still beautiful

She needs to be loved

The way she loves and cares for others

Protecting them

With her roof over their heads.

She no longer wants to be a dark empty hallway.

She wants to be decorated beautifully and relit. 

 

- D.