poems about life

walking down the hall

You walk into your childhood. Down the halls, into the rooms, through the kitchen. Smelling that familiar smell that transforms you into a kid again. You see your mother in the kitchen, cooking dinner, your siblings playing, your baby brother asleep in the crib. You inhale deeply, the smell of your mother's signature dish warms your heart. You remember every thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, birthday, and everything. Tears well in the corners of your eyes but quickly subside. As you giggle walking down your great big hallway. The hallway that you would always stop and ponder at. You would look at the pictures and smile. And seeing it now made you stop and see the things that once were there. You smiled. Then in the light of a hallway,you could see him. He came by with a big smile on his face that would last the whole night. That evil grin that blackened your soul. Your mother never saw it, until after the divorce, and you remember never wanting to fall in love because you thought it would make you blind, make you not be able to see bruises. You remember the layout of the house, the door led into the kitchen, which flowed into the living room, walk down your great big hallway, on the left the nursery for the kids, the right the bathroom, near the end of the hall your mom and stepdads room, and at the very end your room. You walk down your hallway, your old puppy licking at your feet, you pause in front of your room, then inhale deeply you walk through the doorway, and the world transforms, you bed, your cat always slept on your bed, and then you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Hey, which room is this?" Your friend asks. "My room"you look at her. Coming back to reality so harshly, you look around, ashes dust the ground, the walls are barely there, and your heart breaks, you fall to your knees, tears drip down your cheeks, your friend hugs you, she looks down by your knees."Hey, what's that?" She asks causing you to look. You see an envelope. And instantley remember. " It's a letters I wrote to future me." You open it and see a picture of your family smiling happily. You don't read the letter, just put it back and smile. You get up, wipe your tears, and smile. You look at your bed the frame and somethings still intact. A cat hops up on the bed. "C/n! (Cats name)" you say and she comes to you. You laugh, and for the last time, walk though your great big hallway...