This month
she came to me
with no pain
no ripping
tearing my insides
making me feel
as if I wasn’t in control
This month
she came to me
as a gift
a soft whisper
in the hollows
of my stomach
reminding me
that I am
a woman
I am strong
I bring life
through me
and to me
This month
she came to me
giving me new meaning
new life
birth
and
rebirth
through me
and by me
About the Creator
Francesca Alexandra
Undercover hippy who sips slow and lives fast. Fleeting thoughts that make it to paper. Peter Fran, Fairy Princess, Hopeless Wander, Moon Child. Check out my instagram for more poetry: https://www.instagram.com/springinjeans/
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