At the end of a long corridor,
the dim room calls to me.
With lights down low and music playing softly,
it promises acceptance and gives hope.
This room is my place of peace,
a place where I feel safe and welcome.
There is always an ear to listen to me,
a mouth to speak words of encouragement,
a kind face to comfort me,
and a shoulder to lean on.
When the rest of the world seems cold and bleak,
I am greeted with warmth and open arms.
I love this place as if it were my home.
In some ways, it really is.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
