I think of my women friends as a raft we make with our arms.
We are out there in the middle of some great scary body of water,
forearm to forearm, hand to elbow, holding tight.
Sometimes I am part of the raft,
joining up with others to provide safe harbour;
Other times I need to climb abroad myself,
until the storms subside and I can see my way clear to swim to shore.
The raft drifts apart when it's not needed, but never disbands, never forgets.
We are out there in the middle of some great scary body of water,
forearm to forearm, hand to elbow, holding tight.
Sometimes I am part of the raft,
joining up with others to provide safe harbour;
Other times I need to climb abroad myself,
until the storms subside and I can see my way clear to swim to shore.
The raft drifts apart when it's not needed, but never disbands, never forgets.
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