These nascent
Symptoms are growing
In intensity

I’m hot. I’m cold.
I’m hot. I’m cold.
Menopause is under sold
This is what happens
when you get old

There’s no set age
Every woman is different
Life is the gauge

This whole fiasco
could have been avoided
Had my doctor told me
Of the possibilities

Quick lickety-split
Jump up
leg cramp
Ready to set in

Cramps are not just
in the leg,
the upper arms,
the middle of your back
It’s just like that
No rhyme no reason
it’s menopause season

It’s more than just a cramp.
That won’t let go.
It seems to reach
My very soul.

Just when you hit
Your all time low,
there’s something new
Starting to grow

Restless leg syndrome
that’s a mouthful
The legs, have a mind
of their own

It drives me mad
This is not driving Miss Daisy
It’s driving me crazy

I wish I only had these conditions
Just add him to the list
Breath, focus,  cry
Wondering why

Getting through it
Stay calm,
it will go away
In a bit
These can be extremely bad
The worst condition I’ve had

I never imagined
There was something
worse
than body cramps

Restless leg syndrome
will make you beg
Please stop
Bending twist hop
God help
I’m at Wits end
Too much to contend

literally are not sure
what comes next
Perplexed

Body cramps vs Restless leg
Which is worse
Order me a casket,
A long black hurst
Can you get them
both together?
Thankfully, not yet

Jump before the
Leg sensation sets in
The body in a tailspin

Dead tired I need sleep
Life can’t get more bleak
Standing waiting for relief
rocking back and forth
Rational emotions head north
Is this par for the course?
Questioning my sanity
By duration immensity

by the side of my bed.
The sensation grows
lacking body self control
How long before they let go?

this new phenomenon
Does a number
In your head.

Women
One sure sign
You’re in menopause;

When you’re
standing
in the kitchen
Naked
with your head
in the freezer

And your husband
Treads lightly with Care
Broken egg shells everywhere
Does not dare engage
His wife a wild
Animal in a gilded cage
A quick glance
he Looks away
quickly walks by
He hears her muffled cries
Caution in his eyes
He has a million questions
Does not ask why

In frustration
All you can do
Is cry

Inspired song
(This is perfect)

Doctor My Eyes
By Jackson Browne 1972

{Act One-Darkness}
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There are no stars tonight,
only the cold lifeless dark.
No hearts on fire,
nor passion plays.
Only the faerie dance of fire flies,
and the myth of love.

{Act Two-Searching}
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Are we just bags of hormones
either fortunately or unfortunately
imbued with the chemicals of life?
Will there be a day that we will be singled out
for our levels of hormones?
Will a new prejudice arise?
Oh... she's 68.3% hormonal,
he's 97% hormoneless.....
Will there be hormone police,
checking your levels before you buy a gun,
or have a baby,
or get married?
(I should have reversed the order of those lines.)
Are we just bags of hormones?
Can we blame the lack of, or the abundance of,
the chemistry in our bodies,
infecting the knee **** reactions of our power hungry egos?
Menopausal, testosteroned, endorphined, dopamined,
all influencing the limbic system.
Soon, very soon a storm is coming.
A storm complete with tattooed bar codes
describing our perspective hormonal levels.
In the year 2025,
separated by island walls.  
Are we just bags of hormones?

{Act Three-Light}
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You can't love me,
you don't love yourself.
If and until you completely love yourself,
you can not completely love another.
The level of love that you have for me,
can only be the level of love for yourself.
You can't love me
........not yet.