I Bleed Red

I Bleed Red


I bleed red.

Every month, I bleed red.

When the days are around,

When the cycle starts its count,

I bleed red.

It gives me a chance,

To grow, to bloom,

To nurture, to transform,

To give birth, to reborn.

Yes, I bleed red.

It gives me the pain,

It gives me the reason,

To be someone of my own,

A woman, a daughter, a mother.

I receive the blessing to be called,

A queen, a warrior.

Yes, I bleed red.

It gifts me the purpose of life,

A way to live life to the fullest,

And to journey, beyond.

This is what I am proud of,

Surviving the fight, every month, I reborn.

Yes, I bleed red.

To speak it aloud,

I am never ashamed.

For in red, I find,

My voice, my glory

My name, my story.


[ This poem is also posted as a Guest Post in a blog named “Being A Thinkaholic” by blogger Arushi Seth.  Read the poem here. ]

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I am Swarnali, The Saffron Storyteller. You can call me an engineer who writes letters or simply a girl who writes. Writing and Music are my ways to escape from this worldly life. I find solace in the voyage from seven notes to the infinity, and resilience in the empire of words. I love to weave stories of motivation, inspiration, love and peace. 'Saffron' is the colour of the quest of life. Hope you like the tales of this bohemian writer.

4 thoughts on “I Bleed Red

  1. Writing poetry is tough and this is a pretty good one. Our monthly cycles have given us one of the greatest power in the world. There is nothing to be ashamed rather its something to be proud of.

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