As with many other women my age, I'm learning to what it is to experience life. And it is not a walk in the park. It's hard. It's very hard. Sometimes it's **** hard.
I find writing helps. If it helps others so be it.
Menopausal Hell
I am older, but not dead.
Images are black and white, not grey or colours.
I’m barren, without seeds.
I come to grips with life
as it is now
as I find it staring me in the face,
nose to nose.
Words offer no comfort – no warm shoulder to cry on,
no great big hug.
Looking back, my life was full;
my spirit flew freely among the elements.
Nothing is hidden now,
everything is front and centre,
exposed.
[copyright April 14, 2012]
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