The RA Life
The door swings open like in the kitchen on thanksgiving –
the room changes though.
A dressing room, a counselors’ office,
a friend’s house, the place advising appointments are held,
the principles office, a movie theater,
anything you could ever want.
The hours are 24-7 – never closed,
always staffed by the same friendly-faced girl.
No judgment is given,
laughter is occasionally heard spilling out into the hall,
sometimes there is the soft sounds of sobbing.
Life passes but in this room life stands still.
There is no class, no exams, and no homework.
At the end of the day though,
the door closes,
the click of the lock is the last sound heard,
the room turns into my dorm,
and there is just me.
Alone.
-Nicole Hagen
