When it was all too much
And we needed someplace safe
To escape our failures and mistakes
The best place to cry
Was the sixth floor women's washroom

The stalls were large enough
To hold most afflictions of misery
The walls muffled the echoes
Giving privacy in a moment of distress
And the flourescent lights held back respectfully

Someone had set up a small basket
For anyone who needed refreshing
And then as women do
The offerings of comfort collected
And in this sterile place over time
Women made a safe and beautiful space
To recover until they were ready
To face the world again