The nursing home

It breaks my heart every time I take a step into those doors

The color of these lives fading in the face of all of these people

It _breaks_ me

These people don’t deserve this pain

The loneliness

The sickness

Why does this have to happen?

The rooms with the tv shows on repeat

The tiny medication cups

And the dying roses on the windowsill

Why does this have to be so sad?

I wish I could brighten up these lives

Help them

But there’s no way for me to do that

I can’t heal these people

I can’t bring them back to their own homes

_This_ is their new forever home

The yellow walls

Nurses in the hallways

Locked doors that won’t ever let you out

How can you live a happy life like this?

I’m walking through the halls

Women in wheelchairs that can’t even look up at me

Men that don’t even know where they are or what’s happening

Countless people with illnesses

Physical

And mental

I don’t know how these people do it

How they can be so strong

And I can’t help but wonder

Is this going to be me one day?

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I’ve been saving this prompt for awhile now. I wanted to play more into the roses but just couldn’t think of any ideas so this is what I’ve got. Thank you for reading 🫶🏻