Writing in The Dark

We arrive as an infant,

With a past as an imprint,

Intuition and instinct,

A distinct ability to implement,

A state of enlightenment.

Instantly living in an infant,

Our field of vision blurry,

We hurry into fear,

We cry the first tear,

Bringing your Creator near,

"Oh Mother dear,

How does this work here?

Where are my toes, fingers, and ears,

How do you steer?"

I can hear your voice,

It just sounds like noise,

I'm second guessing my choice.

As you hoist me in the air,

I feel how much you care.

I wish you were aware,

I've already been here,

A few lifetimes I swear.

I wear the same genes,

DNA streams for centuries.

Abilities, Amenities,

Karma and Enemies,

Things I left behind for me,

Lost in history.

Clearing the wheel,

Setting me free.