The Isle of Ova, a place to heal. Health takes an ugly turn and the aftermath of solving one problem, brings on another entire set of new ones. The Isle of Ova is a place for reflection. Healing can begin when you take time to really sit and think about things that transpire.
Life is such a magical wonder. Such small organs of a woman’s body have so many beneficial and essential functions. Modern technology in medicine makes it possible to take care of uterine fibroids and other women’s health problems. This poem was written in recognition of Fibroid Awareness Month.
Dear Ovaries
You hold the beginning
Until time to go down the halls
Into the incubator
The incubator which awaits the sperm
Fertilizing, growing, forming
Just what mother nature intended
Creating life, performing
Dear Ovaries
Release protecting hormones
Estrogen, progesterone, testosterone
Supporting libido all the way through
Helping with strength of my bones
Dear Ovaries
Regulating hormonal balances
Body temperature, sleep cycle
Emotional and physical health alike
Ovaries, I bid you farewell
Fibroids, ovarian cysts invading space
Pain, bleeding, energy drained
Quality of life displaced
Pain and bleeding stopped, energy restored
New set of angst replaced
Hot flashes, insomnia, moodiness and night sweats
A sense of loss and new body shape
HRT, calcium, vitamin D
Bones slowly restoring health
Libido in the wind
Wondering if you will ever see it again
Dear Ovaries
Such an organ to behold
Your functions, more precious than gold
Oophorectomy means to take
A woman's core keepsake
Healing On the Isle of Ova is written in response to the W3 Prompt #169.