(This is a basic poem describing my own experience. All views are my own.)
As I walk forth my heart starts to pound,
I feel desperation as I look around,
There are signs of sadness, some weep and some mope,
It mixes with gladness and feelings of hope,
There's no need to worry about staying afloat,
Everyone in this room is in the same boat.
No matter the background, no matter the pain,
The purpose right here is what you may gain,
Talk like a parrot, or don't make a sound,
There's plenty of care to go all around,
It may be your first time, or third, fourth, or fifth,
But every time you go it's what you leave with,
Not anything doctors have said or have done,
But those all around you, for here you are one.