Room 14 Iain Sharp Poem

Room 14 is a motorcycle, speeding down the highway without a care in the world.

Room 14 is a red maple, with tough bark hiding sweet sap. 

Room 14 is a confidence course, full of challenges. 

Room 14 is a BLT, with a diversity of flavours.

Room 14 is a cut resistant glove, willing to delve into the most parlous of places. 

Whenever I peep in mirrors,
Room 14 defiantly stares back at me.
It's empowering.