Thank goodness, the full moon has finally released the congested energies of January. I hope you are all well recovered after the holidays. Many of my patients had a rough time this season enduring much loss. Even my new year began with three deaths in a week. Even healers must take time to heal themselves,so I took more of special formula but grief weakens the immune system making me vulnerable to a pediatric patient’s virulent bug. Sick, tired, and sad, premenstrual tension rose her petulant head. Since childhood I have found writing to be therapeutic, so I share with you, my sisters, my humble attempt to deal with feelings through verse...

PMS

I cannot take his silence
Or the edge in my voice
The pain in my back
The void in my heart

I cannot bear waiting
One more moment for relief
Promises still unfulfilled
Wispy patience worn thin

I cannot endure his worry
Or my erratic frustration
The steely set of his jaw
Or the tide of unshed tears

I cannot help but want to cry
That’s not me I see in your eyes
It’s a monster of my truth
I'm lost behind the fear


May you enjoy an abundance of health, wealth and happiness!