Sitting in this dissolute room. No windows. Everyone trying hard to keep their hopes high. Making quick connections. Having nothing more in common than a difficult life, living the consequences of poor choices, poverty, depression and other aspects of life that is kept in this dark box.
There are only two doors with slight windows allowing entrance and exit. Although many enter this dark, dreary place, only few can find the strength , the courage to make their way out. The ocean vista painted on the wall swallows the pride of those brave enough to enter. Limiting the number of souls strong enough to leave.
Children play blissfully, not aware of the darkness around them. Flashing a smile in hopes of creating other smiles in the room. Not sure of the sullen atmosphere and where it came from...they feel it, but the children do not let the darkness rule them. Their strength is far superior to the strength of the parents guiding them. Seeing their light in this dark room gives me hope.
There are only two doors with slight windows allowing entrance and exit. Although many enter this dark, dreary place, only few can find the strength , the courage to make their way out. The ocean vista painted on the wall swallows the pride of those brave enough to enter. Limiting the number of souls strong enough to leave.
Children play blissfully, not aware of the darkness around them. Flashing a smile in hopes of creating other smiles in the room. Not sure of the sullen atmosphere and where it came from...they feel it, but the children do not let the darkness rule them. Their strength is far superior to the strength of the parents guiding them. Seeing their light in this dark room gives me hope.
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