Turquoise Therapy
Hot then cold cold then hot
Peri menopause is that all you got
Frying my ovaries sunny side up
Serve them with cheese to fertile love
I get frisky then change my mind
I’m like whisky or unnamed wine
Not too ripe nor too young on vine
Still a bit spicy for red valentine
Looking inside I’m more mature
I’ve learn to glide past pride’s manure
Settling into my middle amethyst age
Life plays fiddle am I set in my ways
Oh my goodness never had time before
To think so much and be self absorbed
I find myself feeling like an island moon
Not at all sad to watch night flowers bloom
I try to be an ear for those needing cheer
Reminded of my days I shed teal tears
I love people but I can’t stay close
For my empathetic brain would burn and roast
I’d take on too much of their burden
Feel too much of their hurt and
Unless I can refresh and start anew
Would be depressed stuck like glue
Saved by music and purple poetry
Happiest to use it as turquoise therapy
I am a tree with leaves turning
Embracing cool breeze still learning
Looking forward to the next chapter
May it be filled with more of life’s laughter
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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