Dark Womb Space

By Sandy Clarisse

To my sacred dark womb space, I speak

The sanctuary, holding me, nurtured and safe.

Your darkness, a gentle embrace,

Your Mother presence, I seek...I crave.

Within my blessed, divine, sacred womb,

I deeply know

The intimate current of this protective flow.

A warm and fluid space where I am swayed,

Where my new self unfolds,

Quietly taking shape.

The deep, still dark, itself heaven made.

In this creative, dark womb space,

My inner child comes out to play.

Away from the world’s judging eyes

Imagination unleashed…undeterred

No limits cast, no shadows feared.

My only witness, my soul revered

Yet, even in the cherished darkness of my womb space,

Where solace is truly found

Comfort stops the light’s natural flow

Because you see,

In darkness, light exists,

A truth, I come to know

And both are vital for me to truly grow

The sacred quiet of the dark womb space,

Once my soul’s fervent embrace

In stagnation, slowly fades,

The boundless dark, a comfort too deep,

Towards the light, my true self begins to creep

I feel the slow contractions within my dark womb space,

A gentle push towards the birthing light

And a known pull, back to what feels right

The familiar in the unseen

Naturally seeking expression in the seen.

What is hidden always finds release.

The same darkness within my sacred womb space

Finds its own reflection with grace

In its majestic light, it now enfolds

Darkness and light, a story to be told

My dark womb space, a place to create

Birthing into the light to complete its fate