Our Little Group

I knew a group of ladies once, yes, I knew them quite well. Let me tell you, they had some serious stories to tell. No one spoke of them c’ept in between these four walls. Because we didn’t have to worry about people listening in the halls. Yep, these gals were some of the strongest, and smartest I’ve known. It’s hard to believe that any unkind act to these women was shown. Through the months that have passed truth comes out and feelings mount. My heart is broken with each reluctant and teary account. All of us held captive with each passing word, disbelief in the fact of how familiar twas you just heard. Someone else has thought and felt my very things? Excited but also guilty of the joy that this brings. So we settle back down taking deep breaths and sighs And try to blink away the tears that sneaked up in our eyes. Yes, these four wall hold secrets and tales of despair But somehow with each other it’s become easier “out there”. We are closer than close, a trust you’ll not seen anywhere And each of us so different with our own kind of flare. Through all of this we’ve come to know each other so well I know all of us feel that….without our little group, life would be HELL. 2/2017