Anura - Poetry of Teresa Christine

ANURA
Stop the abuse, Start the healing

Poetry of Heather Fraser

In this moment of truth
As I sit here bleeding with the full moon
I finally feel free
I embrace myself
Comfortable in my woman-ness
At last

Why this particular moment?
Why this very month?
Why this exact year?
Why did it take so long!

Perhaps because I wore red today
Perhaps because I let go of all the stuff
I used to hide behind
Perhaps because I allowed myself to just BE

And here I sit
The woodstove burning
The dog asleep at my feet
The wind snapping branches off the trees
The birds eating at the feeder
My tea getting cold as I write
Just daydreaming...
Wondering...
Contemplating...
Breathing...

I am content to sit
And do nothing
No pain. No cramps.
No irritation. No disgust.
No need to feel "clean"

Just grateful for the blood
Thankful for the cleanse
Joyful to be me
The Woman I am.

Copyright © Heather Fraser, 1997