Another new moon, Rosh Chodesh
A time of blessing and a renewal
Moving forward in the cycle of time
Women gather, and celebrate
Reminded of the cycle in the body
What if the body is disconnected?
When we do not have the monthy rhythm
When we have never had the monthy rhythm
Our bodies, different, with our own rhythm
A rhythm that is often to be discovered
Our plumbing does not bleed monthly
Yet, we often bleed daily in our hearts
The blood of our souls, pouring out
Not life-giving, but life stealing
The blood of wounds, not renewal
We can reclaim this cycle
The blood we pour out can heal
The blood we pour out can renew
We can embrace our cycles stop bleeding,
Pregnant with hope and renewal.
Rosh Chodesh © 2017 Talia C. Johnson. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission except in the case of brief quotations in critical articles and reviews. For more information, contact Talia Johnson.