I dedicate this poem to all women who may have felt like this during any prolonged severe hormonal surges, I wrote this poem after I realised the very deep depression and anxiety attacks that had caused me to become so upset, wanting to runaway and then feeling utterly reclusive aged 44 were a result of the onset of very severe peri-menopausal hormones. It was only when I slapped an HRT patch on my arm to see if it was my hormones causing me to feel like this, and then three days I was completely back into balance again, that I realised the true power of strong hormonal surges and just how negative these pesky entities can make you feel. What many mothers still are not discussing with their daughters is the fact that some women, not all may indeed experience feelings of despair, sorrow, manic episodes, guilt, anger and even suicide whilst they are menstruating and that these feeling can be very much heightened during the peri menopause, which can occur in women as young as 30. It was a very difficult time for me and as soon as I realised I wasn't going bonkers, I was able to treat myself with more natural and holistic medicine for my condition - wild yam and evening primrose being two of the plants that I took. Yes, not all women have light periods and sail beautifully into the third age of womanhood, some of us really do suffer both physically and emotionally from puberty until menopause with extremely severe symptoms. I welcome you to use my poem, its been published many times in holistic magazines and really seems to help women understand that they are not mad, bad and dangerous to know, all I ask is that you credit me as the writer of this. Also check out to see if there are any Red Tent groups set up near you as they provide a safe space for women to discuss the menopause. Blessed Bee sistas may this poem bring you back to Sundays woman again, so it is!
Whoremoans!
Monday's woman was falling apart, a surge of panic shot straight through her heart
A deep sense of guilt and feelings of shame, she was looking for someone or something to blame
Her shell it was cracking and turning to dust, yes Monday's woman was filled with mistrust!
Tuesday's woman simply wept and cried, a vulnerable lass with nowhere to hide
So she sat in the bath for over an hour, immersed in oils and incense designed to empower
But her grief took her over and her tears overflowed, yes Tuesday's woman's indeed full of woe
Wednesday's woman was fretful with anger, the dark side she'd hidden was starting to hunger
To be irresponsible selfish and free, to dance with her shadow and just simply be
The wild, wooded warrioress with no fear, yes Wednesday's woman renowned all she held dear!
Thursday's woman was silently screaming, she escaped to the moors from a life with no meaning
Running wild she climbed up to the top of the world, leaping high she cried out as her rage was unfurled
Tapping into her primal, unmasked she emerged, yes Thursday's woman had a voice that was heard!
Firday's woman was filled with nostalgia, a lifetime of memories descended to taunt her
The bullies from childhood who relentlessly hurt her and glorious summers filled with endless adventure
Trying to fit into a world that did not understand her, yes Friday's woman drank a bottle to quench her
Saturday's woman felt a sense of relief, now the eye of the storm she let go of her grief
And a smile slowly crept to take over her frown, she began her ascent after spiralling down
She breathed in renewal and shed her old skin, yes Saturday's woman had a life to begin!
Sunday's woman lay near cold rhythmic water, a place to to reflect on a life that had taught her
That being unique is a challenging role and being herself is her ultimate goal
And then she is lover, and mother and friend, Sunday's woman put herself back together again!
© 2007 - All right reserved Michelle Mari Elliott
