You have times where there’s bliss
It makes you feel older more mature,
You may even laugh at the concept,
At others suffering.
But,
This haven will soon be forgotten,
Because then your period comes,
Long and hard,
Miserable and gloomy,
You will want to be alone.
You will want to hide.
But instead,
You leave your safe spot,
And pretend to be normal,
With full knowledge of
The waterfall in your pants.
Then it will go
Slowly,
So slowly,
Glacier slow.
And you just can’t wait for the brown goop to depart.
And you will long to get up and forget it.
And you will.
But,
Sooner than you’re ready
It will come back to haunt you,
When the tap starts running again.
But don’t worry.
The dryness will come.
And the baggage of pads and tampons will no longer need to be shouldered.
And you will be able to enjoy life.
Until your cycle comes again.