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