Damn..

This is something I wrote some days ago, I thank my friend who kindly listened to me whine and advised I write a poem about it :) Thanks to that, I got a poem- a bridge of inspiration. Neat!

Damn..
Periods force me to see
what emotional wrecks women can be-
we lose it,
we cry,
we get headaches
because our minds fear things
and we get sensitive and fight
with the emotions
we latch on-
beyond proportions,
we eat more
than we usually do,
and complain and whine, it's true...

Could we possibly come back-
from the pain, but
the tummy hurts,
it's cramped all day..

Perhaps it's a time of renewal,
a time to let go off stuff
for a new tomorrow.

Can we allow our emotions to shed
and replenish the old with a greater fret.
Oh- I hear the songs
singing a beautiful tune
and as we transform
we become renewed.

It feels so good
in a way free,
to let go of everything old,
to cry it off,
to release the stuff
we've buried for so long..

And as we allow to let go,
we sprout new leaves
of morning ease
and feel the breeze
way out in the trees
and see a butterfly tenderly
as she reminds us how we too can be free.