My memory would have told me You are hurt, in pain You cried a river Over and over again. You lost, you broke. You stumbled and you fell. You were miserable . You lost hope, trust and faith. Stopped reaching out for help. You clinged onto yourself Refusing to let go. And one fine day, Memory would have continued… You are that woman no more. You woke, shone and rose. Broke all shackles and started…