As it slips

~ piperou7

Sticky floors with shuffling feet
Walkers adorned with tennis balls parade in my path
I am kind to the elderly

As I slip closer towards them

Today I was declared a member of the no-flow club
Not even 50 and I’m in menopause

My reproductive organs never had a chance
I learned a year ago

Endometriosis, tumors, irregular menstrual flows
All the signs were there since it all began

Never practiced safe sex, even before AIDS
And still no children

Could never afford a GYN
And the ones in the clinic, treated you like a side of beef

My experiences at being a woman are minimal
I have… had the working or semi-working parts
I understood the biology
But, I could never produce the prodigy.

Now I feel old age slipping upon me

I will die and no one will know I even took one breath

As it slips closer to me
I try not to fall into worthlessness

One ovary, 1/2 a fallopian tube
And one unused uterus,
Set out on the curb

So, what does that make me
Less of a woman? The old maid downstairs?

As it slips closer towards me
Like those shuffling feet in the walkers
My mind flushes with possibilities

That don’t belong to me.

DIH 4/22/2015

Published by piperou7

Just some chic ya know... I have been writing poetry since I could first string a sentence together. My poetry is Freeform. Sometimes I rhyme, sometimes each line is a statement of thought or emotion. Sometimes it flows, other times it stutters or screams. State of mind has a lot to do with the poem presented. I studied for my Masters in Boston, MA. But had to quit due to the manifestation of the BiPolar. For some reason, I'm still here. I still fight the daily fight of motivation and searching for a reason to continue. I know there are others who are WAY worse off than me. I remind myself of this daily. I am blessed, I know this. Somedays, knowing doesn't help the struggle. So I write. My emotions are raw, my style is freeform, I don't like to analyze poetry. You take away from it, what you feel. Like any form of art. I have my good days. It's not always so rough. I treasure those days and those moments like gold. I'm finding that at fifty I am discovering more about myself and am accepting who I am in ways I never could at a younger age. As everyone should...

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