after seven years of severe perimenopause
i am 95% no longer the person i used to be
and don’t even feel like a woman anymore
just a meltdown mutant shellshocked blob
of stress, desiccation, emotion, exhaustion
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Let’s have six
just 1 dance
just 1 kiss
just 1 brush
against my lips
2 brown eyes
gazing into mine
2 strong arms
holding me tight
3 little words
whispered in my ear
a little 4 play
5 minutes or so
the rest of the calculation
I’m sure you know!
Chatterbox
Prose is poetry that can’t stop talking.
Envenom
Lessons from jealousy and anger: sometimes the
Remains
Healing from grief is allowing the courage and purpose within you and the love someone else left you, to merge and create a new sense of being.
Wrought
Grief is processing what’s been taken from you, what’s still within you, and all the blessings and memories left behind by the one you’re grieving.
Shortages
DEPRESSION
cuts supply lines
to the hopeful
part of the brain
Cosmic pulse
The bones of music are the universal rhythms within
Health history
Health is a journal your body keeps about you.
It’s okay
Let your sorrow smile once in a while.
Sharing secrets
True love is letting someone else eat from the carton of ice cream you keep hidden in the back of the freezer.
Tempest
If your storm has lightning and rainbows —
Be glad, be glad.
Unrealistic
I’m trapped in reality —
Come rescue me, angel of dreams.
blackout poetry created from Connie Willis, Passage, 2001