A Woman’s Plight
Dealt with on a monthly basis
My chest is tight
My breathing fast,
My body’s screaming
How longs it last?
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The anger I feel
The world I hate,
So hard to conceal
So hard to take.
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I can’t sit still
I need to pace,
I need to be alone
You, I cannot face.
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Oh how much longer
My body’s tired,
Don’t speak to me
My tempers fired.
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Can’t relax
My thoughts scattered,
Trying to hang on
Is all that matters.
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My heart is racing
Tears flow,
How much longer
I just don’t know.
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But life goes on
Tomorrow will be fine,
It won’t seem so bad
Until this day next time.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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