FLOW DON’T GO
(A Spoken Word Piece)
The menopause roller-coaster—
I rise.
I fall.
Sometimes…
I don’t care at all.
Days roll by,
Hills become easier than mountains,
And then—
I’m in.
Able to Climb.
To get tired.
To beat.
To ache all over.
To don’t give a shit.
To rise.
To fall.
The roll-coaster keeps going.
Momentum waves.
Crashing.
Lifting.
Doubt.
Happiness.
Sadness.
Elation.
Freedom.
Trapped in my body—
All in one day.
To bleed—
Was a pattern I knew.
Trusted.
Over thirty-five years,
We ebbed.
We flowed.
We flowed.
I FLOODED
To stop—
A hormonal suicide.
A rapid roller-coaster ride.
They come.
They go.
The rise.
The fall.
And the doubt of it all.

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