The room is large,
A place we recharge.
But what is the state of our hearts?

The bed is warm,
No fear of the storm.
But what if our hearts are in parts?

There's lots of gear,
Which we hold dear.
But who will act as our backbone?

The room is great,
But life we hate.
When we are confined and alone.

© Sabrina 2018

When all is burning down to shreds,

And nothing seems to make sense.

Don't join the crowd of hanging heads,

Letting grief and despair commence.



Instead, choose hope,

The force that shines.

Which lets you cope,

Through all confines.

© Sabrina 2018