A beautiful poem written by a Bodysex woman about her monthly cycle <3
Preparing for
destruction
Time to shed
the old
to make room
for the new
A wanted guest
arrived alone
only to pass through
without staying
Give it a few
days to be
noticed, then
prepare for
the disappointment
Tears are inevitable
The room
made up
to perfection
will be cleaned out
and left empty
once again
There will be
more chances
Other times
to have someone stay
at least for
a while
But not quite yet
A red tide
will end
the cycle
But with its
departure
will also mark
a new beginning
Time to refresh
Build anew
A monthly
reminder of
the power to
create within