Aastha Mehta Poet Prose Poetry

I Am a Woman

Every month, I loose blood.
My , abdomen, every part of my body - gives me pain..
For days.. I cry, I hardly move.
I'm a woman that owns a complicated body.
 that bleeds and breasts that are hard to carry..
But does that matter? 
when from my  an infant comes
and when my breasts give milk and warmth.
Every pain comes to its minimal
then grows beautiful
when it comes to know its significance.
I share every part of my body,
giving its everything
..to such an extent,
that my body remains not mine
it shares its owner.

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Beata Agustin September 4, 2024 at 8:52 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.