Sanctuary by Linda Byrom

Gloves on my hands, rails round the bed.

Others sleep around me, gentle snores reach my ears.

I’m safe. No more shooting or gassing, just healing.

It’s a fancy room, but I want out.

I keep testing the rules, but unless there’s an act of god

I have to stay put, in bed.

The weather’s foul anyway so I’ll stay in the posh room.

But I think my combination of nagging, and pleading

will soon have me out, in the beautiful grounds.

And so I settle into sleep, happy to be alive, safe and secure.