I’ve been struggling these past few months.
The last time I posted here was March. So much has happened. March feels like light years away and the person I was then would never believe the person I’ve become today.
But that’s a blog post for another day. Today I give you a poem inspired by Gabeba Baderoon called ‘Sleeping in hotels’.
Is one always alone in a hotel?
Or do the spirits of those before you linger in the bathroom and dim lit corners.
Their deeds splay across the ceiling
Evidence of all they had to endure while here
And I say this because I don’t think I’m alone
The light in the passage makes me wonder
Perhaps the owners know that for those afraid of the dark, reassurance is needed
Like light under a door
Perhaps heaven is like a strip under the door
Selling hope just above the horizon
A heaven which at times feels like is actually disappearing
Blocked by those that surround us
A car’s headlights turning the corner
And I find myself still alone
Laying eagle-like on my bed
I want a bodiless comfort, stemming from the courage of facing loneliness….
I looked up at the ceiling
And watched the darkness folding up consciousness
I felt something move
My eyes leveled shut
And I waited
By the time I open my eyes again
The sun is peering delicately through the slit in the curtain
I sense my fear curling up into its smallest element
And then a sense of peace flowed freely over me
What is that feeling?
Is it perhaps courage?
I guess sleeping in hotels isn’t that bad after all
Author: Ros Limbo
Ros Limbo is a free spirited tree hugger that lives for writing. She is an ENFP that loves love, yoga and poetry.