Courtesy of Robert Meyers

One night while I was surfing, I stumbled into this room
I felt the aura encircle me, and lift me from my gloom
This room was very special, the honesty filled the screen
I struggled with the concept, could this be a dream?

I sat quietly in the corner, holding my secrets within
Could I share my shame with them, how would I begin?
I watched in pain and silence, the chills ran up my spine
Someone began to reveal a past, that echoed back to mine

I marveled at her courage,  her words played a song in me
Each line had so much power, as she released and set them free
The others gathered around her, but not one stone was cast
Embraced in arms of compassion, the healing had begun at last

I sat there in the darkness, with only the light from the screen
A light at the end of my tunnel, through this door I can be me
I took the hand of a stranger, and the words began to flow
Out of the darkness my secrets came, for all in the room to know

The lies were finally over, through tears I continued to speak
About the child who lived in me, who's soul was wounded and weak
Somehow I felt the closeness, as I squeezed the strangers hand
I've never known such comfort, they seemed to understand

This room is blessed with angels, for with their hearts they see
The need for love and acceptance, like all the world should be
The door is always open,  what I wear just doesn't appeal
My presence is what matters, and my feelings are always real

I frequent this room often, and share my life with friends
Give everyone a great big hug, and ask them how they've been
I hope to give to others, the chance that was given to me
One small corner of this world, where we are free to be

Teresa Wilson ~ 1998

God bless all the people in Support and Recovery

Thank you is too small of a statement
For the strength, courage and openness that bonds us
And gives to us that wonderful feeling that we are ok, just as we are

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