Free falling through
An endless sea of
Sizzling
Sand rubbing
The edges of
My tender
Times
I am
Without
Solid
Ground to
Brace
These
Moments of
Fluid
Emotional
Release
Rational
Thought
Beckons
Me to
Stop but
All around me
I feel
The turning of
Sadness
The tears in
Fluctuating
Fits of
Unfiltered
Cycling of
Hormonal
Tiding of
Change
The waxing
And waning of
Being
A woman has
Me learning
The value of
Letting it
Flow
Flow
Through
Me like
A stream of
Tears with
No destination
Nor reason
Just feeling
The shifting of
My childbearing
Years
I am
Sad.
And
Inside I
Feel the
Eye of
The hurricane of
Emotion
The stillness within
The waves that
Break
My balance and
Leave me
Feeling and
Just
Feeling
And
Knowing
I am
Not
My emotions
Because
I am still–
Still deep
Within
Inside
Beyond
Being
A woman
I am
Still at
The deepest
Level of
Being—
The inner
Eye of
Who I
Am.
I see myself acting out
And I know
I am a woman.
I am a woman.
And to
This truth
I will
Honor
Who
I am—
And allow myself to be.
And this moment shall pass and
I will be thankful when
I feel beyond emotion
Again to
Feel
The storm has
Passed.
And I will feel
Without
Feeling sad.
Yet, I will still be woman.
CL Feb 2012