A poem inspired by The Day Is Done by Longfellow.
A tale of walking through the darkness and how people use self-harm as a way of assuaging themselves, as ironic as it seems.
Too often, we as humans, use forms of physical violence to convey our messages, our feelings, our hurts to other people. Can we ever return to speaking only words?
I believe that the menstrual cycle has been demonized throughout culture and history, harming women’s self-understanding, and overlooking a monthly opportunity of renewal.
This poem depicts my own journey away from religion. I use the religion's own verbiage to dislodge myself from its brick and mortar.
What does femininity mean to you? Regain some positive associations with the term and its expression in your life.