Waking from sleep is a strange feeling now, anxiety hits me hard
Duvet is my protector, cushioned, I am wrapped in layers reluctant to move.
Who is this person I have become, the person who lives to hide?
She is new to me, unfamiliar tactics, shy as a blushing bride.
Greek, but where is my kefi?
Soulful, but where is my rhythm?
Woman, when will you return?
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021
Roots are growing longer, shooting up grey sprigs
Ditch the dye I’m thinking? Yeh? Nah? Maybe? How about a wig?
Perimenopausal tricks are happening and I’m just not in the mood
Trust there is no magic here, slippery sorcery stirring my food!
I call (cry) to a higher power, pleading, “Please be kind”
“Will all these squats I’m doing, give me my dream behind?”
Get down girl for the love of you, transformation waits
Grab the next phase fiercely, shock that metabolic rate!
© Michelle Sotiriou 2020