Poem to get perimenopause off my chest
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The Perimenotaur
A haunting grin buried deep, under folds of youth
While happy,active, skipping girls go blinded by the truth
They swing and play, then date, and work, and see their future bright
As rivers red sponge paint their threads and keep them in delight
The second hand once turning smooth starts to tweak and jerk
Fraying floral ropes within, unbinding what has lurked
With heavy feet a wobbling scale sends danger soaring high
While swarms of good moods cry in pain now dying off inside
A flaming tongue ignites the stove, a womb of steamy heat
Forcing waves of liquid salts to cool the mighty beast
But pitchfork stabs cannot be tamed, stuck at every joint
And sanity left vulnerable cannot find its point
Kites of doom sway back and forth as darkness spreads its wings
But logic says, one drop of hope is waiting still to sing
This hope is stronger than the black to nourish hidden seeds
Now sprouting up the purest form of femininity
It’s rosy glow starting to grow, the Minotaur he gasps
Then shrivels into nothingness, his time has finally passed
Though slightly scarred and somewhat changed, womanhood remains
More determined than before to happily remain.
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dawn70425 Aberzerk72
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Wow what amazing poem, and when you seem to read it fast ( that's me ) it all sounds very clear in what it's saying ..
Well done to you 🤗 X
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Sue x
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REMAIN STRONG WOMEN AND BELIEVE IN THE OTHER END OF THIS RIDE”s TUNNEL.
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