Bleeding like my heart is being squeezed
like the sponge I know it is.
Women instinctively know that pain flows out
and then waits for the moment to insert itself again.
The trick, i think, is to remember that the flow is real. Blood builds up, to support life.
And then, as if wisdom needs no thought, blood moves along.
Letting you know that today is not the day for you to hold life inside.
Perhaps telling you that your life is all yours to live, outside yourself, today.
~Te quiero mis hermanas, jrb