Moving onβ¦ I poem I wrote for Womenβs Aid
I felt broken and all alone, About my tragic life Iβd moan. Womenβs Aid gave a friendly hand, A thoughtful ear to understand. My eyes open, my mind blown, π€― Could it be Iβm not alone? Women who are clever, real and strong, Surely we canβt all be wrong! My feelings come from anotherβs lips, Like weβd been given the same scripts. Different stories but yet the same, It peeled away the feelings of blame. At first we shared tears of sadness, Brought on mainly by menβs madness. But through it tears of laughter too, Whoβd have known weβd be a witty crew. Effortlessly I attend each week, But challenged to give my thoughts a tweak, I realised my biggest critic was me, And to love myself would set me free. Those 12 weeks flew away so fast, With panic I realised it was the last. How will I cope? How to stay strong? How will I stay content for long? Then I remembered my tool box, Iβll trust my gut to dodge life knocks. Be nice to myself every day, And away from negativity I will stay. Iβll talk to myself like Iβm a loon, Iβm bound to love my bent nose soon. Iβll remember I am worth the time, And to great heights I will climb. But I am sure to not forget, That from the darkest of my depths. Womenβs aid taught me how to fly, And my beliefs, to stand by. So I stand here with no regret, And all you ladies I wonβt forget. βCos my mistakes have watered me, To grow, to blossom and to be free. My favourite quote by Rae Smith: βNever be afraid to fall apart because it is an opportunity to rebuild yourself the way you wish you had been all along.β β€οΈ