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
today is a dreary day
the clouds
in my mind and heart
are heavy
saturated
i feel them condensing
welling up
droplets swell
and fall from my eyes
becoming rivulets
down my cheeks
i tilt my head back
ahhh . . .
sweet release
reposeful flow
i breathe . . .
in . . . and out . . .
in . . . and out . . .
in . . .
and out . . .
the clouds are lifting
the horizon is clearing
my tears are evaporating
i begin to feel
warm inside
it's done
i'm clean
refreshed
from the inside out
now, a glass of water
a nap, to recharge
then
i'll be ready
to begin again
