i am a woman
a cyclical creature
designed like the moon
who i am today
is different
from who i am
one week
two weeks
three weeks
from now
today,
i am a sliver of myself
i'm somber, pensive, and numb
the weight of my cares
is heavier than usual
my perspective is cloudy
sodden with emotion
i don't like this version of me
yet, here she is again
and in spite of my dislike of her
she will be me
for more than 3,000 days
of my feminine life
every month
i can't wait
until she leaves
i always sigh with relief
and welcome
the returning fulness
of myself
this me
smiles and laughs
she's fun and sexy
so shiny, dynamic, and strong
i wish
she could stay forever
but i guess
if she did
i wouldn't appreciate her
like i do
so, let the lunar cycle continue
and my metamorphosis carry on
because
i am a woman
a cyclical creature
designed like the moon
