My Friend

A peom espressing what a woman feels during that time of the month.

My Friend

 

Embedded within me, a whirling sense

That collides with the waves and crashes on the fence.

What makes me wish for a moment of sanity

While nothing makes sense towards my reality

 

Etching at me again and again

Go the hell away and leave me,  my friend

Our meetings to often, your stay not welcome

Take flight and learn to leave me alone

 

Should I  yearn for a flow of such elegance,

I would choose another, not you, and hence

Our parting would not be one that I mourn

For I was programmed to feel you the day I was born

 

Now feeling the emotions, so internal and real

Wishing for the chance to transcend and heal

Leaving part of my womanhood for someone else to feel

Would not be for me to face, but only to heal