Thoughts of a Mature Mind.
If I said that I love you
Then how can I not love all of you?
Period pains paralyze and prevent you from performing your normal activities
While hematuria, dysuria and urination frequency make you conscious of self,
Unable to trust,
Endometriosis makes you a skeptic,
You don’t want to be pitied,
Hunched over, hoping that no one would see you struggle to ascend the stairs,
Yet, there it comes,
The frantic concern as a voice asks
‘Are you ok?’
Though polite, that provokes you,
Initially you say no,
Yet Paracetamol could only do so much,
Then it comes,
The blood flows down your legs until it becomes ubiquitous,
Embarrassed, you could say nothing,
So, he rushes to help,
You direct him to your bag
So that you can change the tampon,
Yet it hurts,
That excruciating feeling that you could bear no more,
Supervisor notified,
You winced,
He returns with your bag,
They escort you to the bathroom,
It hurts,
In a small voice, you say,
‘Get my husband!’
As I reveal the thoughts of a mature mind
Allow me to assure you that this dynamic duo will get through this,
Awareness improved,
So, although the dysmenorrhea intensifies even before I arrive,
We will get through this,
Yet you worry,
I wanted another kid,
So I mistook your pain for pleasure,
Now you see me
While I see you,
Broken,
Emotionally damaged,
How was I going to react?
Would I be supportive?
These thoughts plagued your mind,
Afraid of confrontation, you watch me,
What will I say?
What will be my first words?
Yet, that wasn’t me,
Instead of being inconsiderate, I considered our next move,
So I said,
‘It’s going to be ok.’
I love you,
Spoken words of reassurance that extirpate fickle feelings of fear
Felt instead of foraging the flora found around us,
You are…
The flower that possesses pulchritudinous petals that only opens up with poise,
Your vulnerability is a sequestered spot
Never to be exploited,
Instead, it is a rare commodity that is seen by the most trustworthy,
You are…
The epitome of elocution,
So how could I not love you?
Partners paired perfectly like peanut butter and jelly,
Now we make our way home, turning your mishap into conversation,
Bonding together strongly like covalent bonds in chemistry,
I love you,
Caressing you carefully so that you know that you could put your trust in me,
If we are partners,
Then how can I not want to know about your medical history
Yet I want our genitalia to exchange salutations?
We are the ultimate union
So our actions are manifested through these thoughts of mature minds.
