Oct 28
A simmer of emotions, here we go once more,
That all too familiar feeling, knocking at the door.
Forever striving to mend, looking for a fix
Where self-awareness and loss of control sadly coexist.
Popping a pill, to get better equipped
Yet forever bound, by its tight alluring grip.
Dabbling with a patch, to reclaim the body’s loss,
Cautiously treading carefully, for it comes with a heavy cost.
Chasing sanity in pursuit, of a remedy a perfect cure,
Longing for the tools, to ease the strain I endure
Until then I continue, to try and navigate this maze,
In the hope that a piece of mind, will soon show up and guide the way
That all too familiar feeling, knocking at the door.
Forever striving to mend, looking for a fix
Where self-awareness and loss of control sadly coexist.
Popping a pill, to get better equipped
Yet forever bound, by its tight alluring grip.
Dabbling with a patch, to reclaim the body’s loss,
Cautiously treading carefully, for it comes with a heavy cost.
Chasing sanity in pursuit, of a remedy a perfect cure,
Longing for the tools, to ease the strain I endure
Until then I continue, to try and navigate this maze,
In the hope that a piece of mind, will soon show up and guide the way
“A Cure" poignantly captures the turmoil of navigating perimenopause, where hormonal changes, emotional upheaval, and lack of sleep collide with the demands of family, relationships, and work. The poem details the relentless search for relief, from medications to patches, each offering fleeting hope yet accompanied by their own challenges. Amidst the struggle for self-awareness and control, the poet conveys the desperation for a perfect remedy to ease the strain. Despite the ongoing chaos, there's a persistent hope for clarity and peace of mind to emerge and guide the way through this difficult period.)
