A Womb with a View

So long dear friend, I wish you well

Month after month you gave me hell

Stomach cramps, PMT, fibroids galore

Perimenopause is now at my door

Hot flushes, brain fog, suicidal thoughts

Existential questions, are now fraught

Anxiety, panic attacks, feeling like shit

And there was I thinking that was the end of it

So long dear friend, paracetamol’s been fired

HRT, gels and creams now required

Loneliness, fear and ageing ensue

The monthly bleed is no longer in view

Somehow, I miss the routine that you brought

It feels empty without you, who’d have thought?

Since you bled into my life as a young teen

I miss your presence, nowhere to be seen

So now what’s next? What is my role?

Perhaps focus on myself

Now ME is my goal!

by Emma Dowrick