Chemical Imbalance: Thoughts And Feelings Of A Woman Experiencing The Depletion Of Estrogen

 

Chemical Imbalance:

Thoughts & Feelings Of A Woman Experiencing The Depletion Of Estrogen.

My thoughts scattered.

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A GPS without a satellite.

Being directed to enter and exit from the same on ramp.

This form of travel is unclear, distorted,

and unpleasant.

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The road is uneven gravel.

As tires rotate bits of crushed concrete

spew in all

directions.

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Disposition of emotions run rabid.

Exhibiting bared teeth,

an accumulation of dripping saliva that emanates into

effervescence, and

varied tones of inflection that escaped as each breath is exhaled.

To warn those around me.

♀

My Mind and Body

are Depleted,

and are being Manipulated by the loss of

Estrogen.

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I am over powered by the natural

process of aging.

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What happened to that 17-year-old girl?

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I feel her maiden within,

yet the mirror reflects

a middle-aged Woman

not yet a

Crone.

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Who is this Woman?

Who cry’s for no reason?

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Who is over whelmed by the intensity of

heat,

that no one else feels.

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Her Mind & Body

deprived from sleep.

♀

She dreams of the past,

fantasizing about her

future.

♀

Trying to accept and embrace

this new phase of

Womanhood.

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She lovingly embraces her Loved Ones

and Warns them.

♀

Careful the edges of the eggshells are

sharp and jagged.

♀

I’m trying my best to pick them up as they drop,

except as I pick up one

two drop.

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I just want to be Me

Again.

My Eternal Beloved

My Eternal Beloved

As the days pass that we are apart

my heart aches for you My Lover.

I close my eyes and see you right before me,

you’re not here.

I yearn to reach out and touch you,

to feel your essence next to me

you’re not here.

I hear you whispering in my ear,

you’re not here.

Not a moment passes that you,

My Lover consumes my every thought.

For you are the Yin

to my Yang.

As I’m the Yang

to your Yin.

We are Connected

in Mind, Body, and Spirit.

We are Soul Mates

until the end of time.

I Reach Out To Touch You

I Reach Out to Touch You

Reblogged From: Dreamlanddancing.wordress.com

My words reach out to touch you
in places
No flesh can ever penetrate.

My heart sings songs
whose notes seek
the most moist and pink
recesses of your soul.

My passions fly to you
on wings of every kind,
Fashioned of whimsy
and gentle affection
to hover high above you,
awaiting their moment, to
impale themselves deeply
into the most inaccessible crevices
of your Mind,
furrowing ever deeper
ever wetter, seeking
the origin of your
hidden desires,
dripping nectar of WonderLust
and oil of Onan.

That my words inquisitively violate
your ears like my fingers
tickling your lobes
As I feel the lips of your brain
wrap themselves around
me.

Searching for that
Sweet Spot…
Deep inside
Your Psyche.
In a Place before Words.
Before Ideas.
Before Thought.
Just This,
Only This.

Our Hearts Touch.
Our spirits mingle
and explore each other
like children playing Doctor.

Wherever we can hide.
Whenever we can steal the time.
When we are apart

I go to those secret places
we’ve known.
Those affectionately curious
dirty places that know not of shame,
or guilt, or Sin or Regret.

http://dreamlanddancing.wordpress.com/2013/06/09/i-reach-out-to-touch-you/