Secrets In Cycles
She never mentioned
Being troubled by the blood,
Or how her monthly cycles
Were anything but good.
The general consensus, concluded
It a trivial necessity although
Purposefully it represented much more
Than swinging moods and endometrial slough.
She never tells that
Under endocrine control, comes manifold
Premonitions that transcend body temperatures.
Their celestial guidance seen as raging hormones.
Nor mentions that during the follicular phase,
There is love continuously renewed
When life is unconsciously reengaged
While its deepest passion is pursued.
She never states
The meaning of the ethereal glow,
Or the intuit power generated
From tides of the corpus luteum flow.
When life awaits its own making
Evoking intense creative vision,
The endless possibilities could never
Represent a fortnightly condition.
She never says,
For she never shared their sentiment.
Since all her cycles were welcomed
And never a cause for complaint.
Organisms replenishing potential,
Scorned, maligned, and negatively portrayed.
Held its own secrets in cycles, and periods,
And things she could never explain.