No huge hall, no crowds of strangers.
No one judges, no one stares.
A cup of tea, a gentle smile.
A welcome, comfort, safe and warm.
When I’m ready, if I want to.
Help is there but never forced.
Sharing, chatting, laughing, crying.
All are normal – understood.
Young to old we join together.
Working on a sense of ‘self’.
Picking up the broken pieces.
At a lonely, hopeless time.