This is dedicated to all the amazing women...

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Her voice paced the room nervously singing a sad melody. Her eyes, moist with conviction and open in their gentle vulnerability searched for a glance of understanding, a pittance of legitimacy, in her decision As she spoke, the wind peeked in through the window of the outward facing office, and circled her in a ring of protection. Her sorrow, bubbling up from her chest, culminating in a silent guttural howl…

I remember feeling.

I remember laughter.

I remember crying when I was sad.



I remember rain.

I remember acid on my skin.

I remember clouds shining on the surface of a river. 



I remember scratches.

I remember bleeding.

I remember sinking, thinking - useless.



I remember strength.

I remember focus.

I remember knowing what it's like to be raw.



I remember dying.

I remember falling.

I remember my heart exploding -…