Full Circle

first sin hung a noose around my feminine neck

born a mistake in order to die – lost before I began

a mistake of illusion; of power and fear

 

I awaken from the mist of my forefather's beliefs

wipe the sleep of their ignorance from my eyes

 

I seek the wonderment of my inner woman

create from the expanse of choices

soul exposed unfettered of sin

body sometimes denies

I am sin-less