I am

A newly opened bistro

My menu offers two options

Hope with a side of love

And life with a side of adventure

All are welcome

No shoes, no shirt

Who cares

Just check your limitations

At the door


Born consisting of pure love

Authentic to the core

As years advanced

Purity fading evermore

Saturated with sorrow

Yearning to die

No hope or joy

Pleading “why?”

Craving answers

A private war

Coveting a mental repose

Unexpectedly, an open door

Petition acknowledged

Hope illuminates the ashen sky

Recovery furnishes

The wings to fly