within the barbed cocoon lies a fetus
radiant with energy and purpose
thought shocks her brain into activity
awaken the dreams of possibility

no she can't feel much
just the sensation of being touched
as her heart gains momentum
she stirs . . . in him

the baby grows into full confinement
hearing the outer voices talk
unsettling solitude drives her move
she goes up for a brighter view

no she can't ask much
just the questions of her universe
as her spirit gains momentum
she stands . . . in him

thick iron thorns pierce her chest
molt fear and shed her dress
she wiggled with the contracting rhythm
breathe and scream for freedom

no she don't eat much
just the bread of his sacred flesh
as her soul gains momentum
she lives . . . in him

i like the mature spirituality that's in here. nicely done.

good stuff. ever post writings otherplaces? http://www.writingforums.com is where i go

That was GREAT.