By: Samantha Hughes Tiny sanctuary  Holds fifty people  Contains strength  Of fifty million  Holding hands  Iron grips  Voices never crack  Rising loudly  Leader releasing words  Throwing rapid fire darts  Hitting bullseyes  Body is here  Soul in Heaven  Room catching fire  Atmosphere remains  silent still pond


By: Samantha Hughes They say When life gives you lemons Make lemonade I say When life gives you lemons Cut them in halves And eat them Whole I say Do not wait for them  to sweeten Eat them sour  and bitter With your fist  clenched  your eyes  shut a lemon juice  dripping down  your forearm