I am part of a secret women’s club
Members join reluctantly, to no fanfare
We don’t have a handshake or secret signal
No wink, no nod, no fancy hats or outrageous clothes
We wear masks, like scarlet letters, to hide the pain
We don’t hail our club members with hearty greetings or big bear hugs
Only when another joins our ranks, do we reveal our membership
There is no initiation, no ritual to gain entrance
There are no privileges, no fancy balls
No retreats where we can rest our weary minds
No ornate lodge for congregation
Just a lonely little atoll surrounded by an ocean of emotion
Yes, I am part of a secret women’s club
It’s one I can never leave
I can only paste a bright smile on my face
And support my sisters as they grieve.
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