round and round
it goes. where it started
where it will stop.
nobody knows.
Johnny sang about it.
Tolkein wrote about it.
i live it.
will the circle be unbroken?
the old hymn asks. only
when a brave one trembling
steps over the rim
and flies.
tight is the grip of the devil on those
woven within his web. the one
burdened with the pain
is the one who holds the key.
too shamed to stay
too blamed to go
the heat licks at her soul until
she-G.O.A.T., sacrificed,
steps over the rim
and flies.
cirle of time
circle of shame
circle of pain
circle broken
by and by.
she steps out
burning, alive
and flies.
Amy K. Sorrells 