The room that gives & takes
With reflective floors sterilized clean
Worry penetrates the air
Anxiety drilled into the seats
In here, you see colorful magazines and dulled faces
In there, you fear the worst and wish for the best
These walls have collected decades of tears, screams, and prayers.
These doors have welcomed life and stripped away hope.
I can’t help but eavesdrop each time a doctor visits our area.
I can’t help but look away, promising myself to make no eye contact with anyone.
Reading, playing games, watching TV.
My mind only strays and wanders.
The doctor will be here shortly
and the walls will eagerly wait to collect.