Transformation

Oh translucent the body takes it's ovoid shape, An amalgam of life from inside it's bloated state, Pro choice and glistening, latching in a confined space of creation, As outside light penetrates to it's depth and core, Taking energy blessedly to it's segmented form, Steady development throughout the course of time, White connecting with the embryo as the blastoderm grows, From a yoke source of life in the balance and throes Great challenge in this incubation period, With passion for life and birth, A deep search for air cells breathing the first inhalation of spacious scenes We've crept through evolution with the same stages reached, We step past our dreams shell shocked we walk on by, Casting this shadow over death like we are all god like, No type of crack shows how perfect certain skins can be shed, Blessed with new life like hatching from an egg