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.

I BELONG.

M