Womb to Womb

the circle of life
feels like a line
taking me down
with no end in sight

when will the curve finally rise
lift me up instead of bury my light

I keep waiting to break free from this mess
I learn, I pray, I work on myself
yet I sink again, like I always do
watching the light drift further from view

the shame, the blame
the critical voices
some I have created
but most are past forces

legacy burdens
weighing me down
programmed to lose
before I even crown

womb to womb
we are wired to drown
we see the shore
yet our feet are bound

inherited cycles keep me walking their loop
changing just one step could break the noose
yet that’s the step my feet refuse

is this circle of life
really a line
taking me down
or is it divine

what if these cycles aren't pulling me down
but actually lifting me up to my crown

I feel their power rising within
cycles aren’t battles, to lose or to win
ancient as time, beyond comprehension
cycles don't break — they end through transcendence

blinded by fear and victimhood
I failed to see the fire in the soot
fierce light pierces deep into sight
glowing embers of remnants break through the night

deep sources of power masked in pain
I sense freedom as I swim through the chains
I wear my crown as I dare to see
the cyclical mountains, conquered by me

past spirals of darkness, now serve as my stairs
my view expansive, no longer impaired
I take the next step, my crown firmly placed
from womb to wisdom - this truth embraced

the circle of life
is sacred and mine
taking darkness to light
my power in clear flight