Here

Here’s something

That we should know:

Glass breaks and we reach low

We expect salvation in any shape and form,

But often forget,

That we can support our own.

We often feel misused, forgotten or alone

But when a mere scratch is drawn,

It is not a broken bone.

Here,

In this dark and empty hall,

It’s okay to say, “I’m alright.”

But call.

Do not leave yourself all alone in this realm.

Find solace, peace and comfort here.

Danger is far, and your mind is clear.

It is hard to travel to this place,

But once you find it,

There will be a smile on your face.