Hushed by woman's flow
A year of bleeding uncontrolled
Mother Nature unappeased
Flood of blood unchecked
Wrath of lingering malaise
Movement as though trapped in sluggish currents of molasses
Exhaustion informing all
Medical establishment's response: slice and dice
Now, pay attention
Initially, mayhap quality of life improves
But, with age will come complications
(new clinical studies of aging populations indicate issues - unrectifiable)
Cannot replace what's been displaced
Internal military detente
Phantom echoes of the missing
No thank you, doctor
You say, possible sexual dysfunction?
I say, blood, then, at this junction.
How many years 'til menopause?
Tests come back - doc says: still fertile
Uterus equals solely baby condo
Why, then, am I so attached?
Deity knows, I'm done! No more babies for me now.
Do tell: what makes a woman a woman?
Indoctrination throughout childhood
Insidious seeping poison says
worth of woman defined by womb
I've absorbed this to my core
Though I thought I'd reached a better place: womanhood is comprised of so very many.
Others without a womb I regard as woman; why not myself if I undergo this surgery?
Must I become so anemic, they've no choice lest I die?
Or wait until my doctor's (and daughter's) worst fears are realized and cancer rears its gruesome visage: another forced decision to detour old Grim?
It appears so.
too frightened of potential complications,
too much a fool
Hysterectomy for the hysterical?
I bleed therefore I am
(sanguinarily sanguine, that is)
We'll try somewhat new: convinced by my doctor
Surgery in A minor
Burning as a panacea
Do bring the leeches on...