I felt broken and all alone, About my tragic life Iโd moan. Womenโs Aid gave a friendly hand, A thoughtful ear to understand. My eyes open, my mind blown, ๐คฏ Could it be Iโm not alone? Women who are clever, real and strong, Surely we canโt all be wrong! My feelings come from anotherโs lips, Like weโd 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 menโs madness. But through it tears of laughter too, Whoโd have known weโd 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, Iโll trust my gut to dodge life knocks. Be nice to myself every day, And away from negativity I will stay. Iโll talk to myself like Iโm a loon, Iโm bound to love my bent nose soon. Iโll 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. Womenโs aid taught me how to fly, And my beliefs, to stand by. So I stand here with no regret, And all you ladies I wonโt forget. โCos my mistakes have watered me, To grow, to blossom and to be free. My favourite quote by Rae Smith: โNever be afraid to fall apart because it is an opportunity to rebuild yourself the way you wish you had been all along.โ โค๏ธ