IN THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

a woman is at the center
stretching her arm long and wide
to embrace all that she has carried and birth
her bosoms are filled with nourishment
that will last for centuries
over ten generational offspring
who may never know her name
the air that she once breathed
now fills their lungs as they inhale the gas whisper… SURVIVE!
It's no mystery to them
why they must
why they have
and the only uncertainty
is that they will
Exhale…
her struggles are the stairways towards heaven
her strife is of her unspoken glory
her story must be told
if there is anything lost that can be found
on her existence would be
her sweat, her tears
which flourished the circle of life