Surviving PMS


For all my sisters

Exhausted relief,

utter justification,

an explanation

for shortcomings

apparently your own.

Acknowledgement

that this is a shared

experience, not

limited to individual

emotional instability.

A web of pulsing emotions

intersecting with

uncontrollable hormones,

throwing life and love

into disarray.

Meaningless in retrospect,

in a given moment

it can be mind-consuming,

clouding

the factors at play.

A common affliction,

unique to the female sex,

but not unique

in its entrapment

of half the population.

Some shameful secret,

only spoken of

in code

or behind locked doors,

and never in public.

A shame carried

by half the population

simply for existing:

shift from shame

to sharing.

#poetry #women #sisters

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