Hi Friends,
sharing a new poem that was inspired by a few recent conversations I’ve had.
Can. you. even. imagine?
Hugs,
Hannah
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On another planet, men bleed from their bodies
for a week every month. When they bleed, they
bleed through everything, walk the streets with
bloody clothes and passersby bow their heads in
reverence because the blood is not random, it is a
sign of their power. Men on this planet can grow
bones, you see, can grow muscles and organs,
can create new life, actual life. They endure pain
when they bleed, before and after the bleeding too,
their insides flip, their muscles contract, they suffer
fatigue and nausea and still, these men go on,
after resting of course during bleeding time,
because how could you expect anything else from
someone facing this loss of blood? On another
planet, everyone is in awe of the men. These men
who bleed, who have the power to create new life.
They are called warriors, heroes, leaders. They are
thought of as magic and are treated as such. Period.
There is a parallel universe someplace where that is happening
Wow