Traffic

Traffic- 7/12/19

Running on Empty.
Running late,
only Green lights
but I’d stop for Red.

it’s that time again,
where my cycle
begins anew.
It brings the Red rain.
It brings the solid pain.
the cramping,
the bending,
the twisted torso.

but somehow this month
it’s 3 days late.
not too sure what to do
and it’s just another waiting game,
of wait and see.

Running on Empty.
Running late,
only Green lights
but I’d stop for Red.

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Puddles of Pain…

Puddles of Pain…

twisted torso of torsion.

ugly uterus untrustworthy.

a sea of infertility.

blood bleeding brightly

into

puddles of pain.

my fifth day still twisting

turning into knots this-

ugly uterus untrustworthy

due to endometriosis.

heating pads, electric blanket and tylenol

mere essentials for survival as my body rebels

attacking me monthly.

Surreal stabbing pain

Surreal stabbing pain

my Uterus is bothering me again.

Endometriosis rears it’s ugly head.

I feel a cramping sharpened stabbing feeling

in my abdomen back and thighs.

and the monthly agony of bleeding is  back,

There are no words for this type of pain except for

overwhelming…..surreal stabbing pain

my uterus is bothering me again.

Broken

Broken- by Emily H. Sturgill

Broken Brain

Bipolar disorder broke my brain in two poles.

With my medications I walk a tightrope between these poles

depression and mania…..I try daily to slip into the inbetweenness of these two things.

medicine helps but it does not cure. It only helps to contain a balance of semi-stability.

So yes I”ve got a broken brain.

Also I’ve got a broken Uterus. I have Endometriosis Stage 4. A fancy way of brokeness…

I hurt a lot of the time. It’s the worst whenever I am bleeding. Crumpled into layers of pain cramping aching stabbing screaming agony of pain. I’m hurting today in fact. Despite my period not due for two more days my broken uterus spits brownish blood and I know that means to hell with the calendars my period’s starting early. Up until 2015 I was taking opiods for the pain. Then I went through the process of applying for a medical marijuana card. I got off opiods. Now instead of pain daily from my endometriosis I’ve only got pain during my periods and during ovulation…..

A broken Uterus. A history of Infertility. Two pregnancies=Two miscarriages.

It’s a fancy form of brokeness. It’s a double whammy. A broken brain. A broken Uterus.

But deep down inside beneath all of the broken things is my poetry is my stories is my spirit and my soul-even beneath all of that is my heart which is strong unflinching warm and consistently unbroken. It beats on and on-unbroken. And beneath this broken brain and broken uterus is an unbroken girl grasping at straws and pulling like weeds from the ground fistfulls of words which fall to my feet into puddles of poetry.

Ode to Red

Ode to Red-

the color of passion
the color of heat
the color of paint on my
bedroom walls.

the color of Apples
the color of lipstick
the color of pain.

the color of new womanhood
the color of nail polish
the color of the fastest car
on the block.

Red is the color
of Anger
of Vanity
of Love
of Lust
of Sex

and all the rest.
love

Red is
the color of a new day
beginning to dawning.

Red is the color
of rubies
of jewels
of revenge
of Power

of kissing

but most of all,
Red is the color of
my beating heart
whenever it is missing
You.

Red is the color of Birth.
and Red is:

the color of passion
the color of heat
the color of paint on my
bedroom walls.

the color of Apples
the color of lipstick
the color of pain.

the color of new womanhood
the color of nail polish
the color of the fastest car
on the block.

but most of all,
Red is the color of
my beating heart
whenever it is missing
You.

Red is the color of Birth.
Each day that we awaken,
we are born anew.
we are struggling
with only
the re-birthing process

like caterpillar to butterfly
Each day we change and become
something re-born, something mighty, something
as large and lonely
as Hope.

Each day we shed our sins
we shed our snakeskins
and begin again with the coming
Dawn

and the color Red.

but most of all,
Red is the color of
my beating heart
whenever it is missing
You.