The dark creeps into my calm abode,
It swallows the light,
It feels like home.
The dark comes into my bed at night,
It chases away comfort,
If fills me with fright.
The dark closes in on a child, afraid,
And it turns her to a woman,
The debt in blood each month, is paid.
Jane / poems
This was my creative interpretation of what it's like becoming a woman in today's world. What do you think?
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
