Drinking in Arid
Menopause - Drinking In Arid
Forlorn I sit, guzzling in temper and sobriety
Sad I stay, emptying emotion and beyond
Rest, I can't, my mind lacks equality
Balance gone, equilibrium restoration needed
Take from my soul that heralds languid softness
Bare my all when vulnerable doesn't cover it
Pine for my past skin dry as The Sahara
Pallid and with exhaustion, my head will not move forward
Time lapsed and knotted, moves me, where I don’t want to go
Mirror, who is the fairest?
Menopause says, not you, not now
Fragile and mournful, my youth descends to nowhere
Says you, 'be graceful its a time to enjoy'
Let you be the one with life’s moisture sucked away
Let in breathe in me, a new chapter of life?
Yet, lest not forget how we got here, to this new place
Youth will sit and accompany my maturity, together they will work
Yes, this makes me happy.I can hold on to youth this way