while i am not in any way bi-polar, i do have a manic-month right now. high on life and full of joy and so this months flow came as a gift and not a curse. i feel beautiful and stong and whole/holy.
the blood that leaves my body is deep deep red and rich. i can ride with the pain now, breath with it and connect to that place inside where i create myths and tales and wonder.
how i wish this could have been the case then, when i was 11 years old and ashamed of leaving spots in my knickers. when the pain scared me and made me wish i would never ever grow up for real.
the blood that leaves my body is deep deep red and rich. i can ride with the pain now, breath with it and connect to that place inside where i create myths and tales and wonder.
how i wish this could have been the case then, when i was 11 years old and ashamed of leaving spots in my knickers. when the pain scared me and made me wish i would never ever grow up for real.
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