rock on precipice
rolled there by nature’s trembles –
I wrote this poem last Tuesday when I began to experience my usual monthly precipice. Like clockwork, I’m not myself around mid month for at least a day or maybe a little more depending on what’s going on in my life at the time. The rock is my mind and emotions. My mind and emotions seem to drastically change temporarily to a state of depression and greater anxiety. And the best solution is for me to consciously slow down, quiet down, and simplify everything. Which is not always easy with tasks and distractions all around. Basically, I need to keep the rock steady while it’s next to the edge. Then, again like clockwork, it rolls back to it’s usual spot. Medication doesn’t seem to help this recurrent cycle. As you probably guessed, this recurrent cycle is my experience with PMS.