Periods Pain

In the stillness of the night, as the world lies fast asleep,

A hidden pain within you stirs, in shadows dark and deep,

Maybe you suffer in silence, from menstrual cramps unknown,

While the world remains a stranger to the pain you must own.

Your bed becomes a refuge, where you lay your weary head,

With whispered secrets shared, as tears of anguish shed,

It cradles you in darkness, as the pain begins to rise,

In solitude, you battle, as the night slowly flies.

The moonlight softly weaves a tapestry of hushed embrace,

Yet, the agony you bear, no one else can truly trace,

As the world dreams unaware, you navigate this strife,

With strength that lies within you, as you fight for your own life.

The morning sun will rise again, to paint the sky with gold,

And the world will stir awake, its stories yet untold,

But remember, you're not alone, though silent be your pain,

Countless souls have tread this path, through losses and through gain.

So, let's break the veil of silence, lend our voices to your side,

And stand in solidarity, with hearts both open wide,

For though the world may be a stranger, empathy can bind,

And together, we'll share burdens, as one loving humankind.