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.
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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.
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She dreams of the past,
fantasizing about her
future.
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Trying to accept and embrace
this new phase of
Womanhood.
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She lovingly embraces her Loved Ones
and Warns them.
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Careful the edges of the eggshells are
sharp and jagged.
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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.
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