Support Group

We laughed so much I nearly died.
I kid you not – nearly split my sides.
The stories we tell, about love and life
The trials of being a mother, a wife.

It’s shocking the hurt we’ve all received.
I gasp aloud, find it hard to believe
The torment that many of us confide
Indignities suffered, for years tried to hide.

Hot tears trickling down my face
We weep together without shame or disgrace.
Just like a rosebud after the rain.
We feel cleansed, and ready to blossom again.

Each of us has been immersed in the pit
Of despair, now together we’re ascending from it.
Prepared for the future, from hell we’ve returned.
It’s almost beyond me to express what’s been learned. poem