Boarding house angel
City lights dancing above her,
Reds, yellows, blues
Turning the cold walls
Of the old hotel room
Into the best looking home
She’s ever had.
There’s only one language
Spoken in the hallways,
Only one conversation
To be had on the way to being forgotten,
Still,
She keeps to herself.
‘Oh my dear 19th Century hotel,
Do you miss the happy travelers
Sharing adventures’,
She wonders,
‘miss the laughter
And the love?’
‘I do too’ she sighs
And with that determination
She makes a promise
That will change her life.
‘You’ve been watching over me
Long enough, now it’s my turn’.
As a new day breaks
At the run down boarding house
A young woman brushes her hair,
looking at herself in the window across the street,
And for the first time in her life
She sees an angel.
how wonderfully atmospheric!!
thank you LB and welcome. I am glad you feel that way. Be well………
This speaks to me of the inner beauty in each of us, we just need to know how to see it.
Jennifer
Thank you so much for sharing how it speaks to you. It’s very rewarding to see readers take my lines or my painted image one step further. I hardly ever just write about an independent person, thing or event from merely an observer’s view. It’s nice to see that recognised, even though it my personal intent might not always match with the reader’s interpretation. That doesn’t matter, what I hope for is that people think and feel about it and that maybe in whatever way that may be, their lives get richer, even for a moment.