Birthing
Published in
Dec 14, 2021
a poem
Clearing, moving
Awakening, coming alive
A gasp of cold air, filling, rushing in, tingling, teasing the nerve endings
Wake up, wake up, the night air whispers
It’s time.
Alive and moving
Flowing in spirals
Twisting in circles
Finding the dance as life begins
Reawakened, brought to life on a breath
Knowledge released from its hidden place
The exclamation of surprise
The intake of acknowledgment
It was there all along.
This is her story, the tale of awakening
The narrative of becoming
The myth of a creation that cycles, echoes, and returns
Over and over again
This is the thread of birth.
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