The Rooms
The rooms
Into the humble and once smoke-filled rooms with rickety chairs and worn-out carpet, I stepped
Banners suggesting a flicker of hope draped the walls as my new fellows shuffled in, to seek redemption
No one is skipping or dancing yet smiles adorn their faces, maybe a welcome holy grail for this lost soul
All welcome they said there’s only one requirement at this very minute, a desire, with no apparent leader of this loving pack
With my shoes and soul threadbare I didn’t care so much for lectures, just hope and a glimpse of opportunity
We come from all walks, travelled a very familiar path as only we understand it, that dark and lonely time we spent in hell
Biology, tragedy or trauma led me to this complex mix of nightmares, where I soothed my madness, with just one more
No more I’ve had enough, the gift of desperation welling in my head, I can’t go on like this
Like prep school for the wounded, I took a little direction and counted to 12, a few hugs and some measured love, abound
Minute by minute, day by day my sanity prevailed, they walked with me and didn’t let go, even when I stumbled
Eventually, I found a higher power or two first it was Flipper then I went a little deeper and found the universe
She smiled upon me, I smiled back and paused to say thank you then grasped and carried that message of hope
Which was so lovingly and kindly given to me.
Rod B