Cocoon

The Cocoon. The Inner woman was a myth in eyes of the oppressed Limited to one To one that gives her life The layers of her thoughts lay dipped in his hands Controlling the pieces of what was hers and what was his She was kept a secret Making her beauty lay diminished in his arms of trust and deceit, Her Wings clipped Her Ambition sorrowed Her Spirit locked The Butterfly's land was Complete, with unchallenged control The oppressor dominates all, She came into this world unknown, She looks to the sky, for the infinite dream, her guide is heart, the trust of her pride, Looking for a way To bring happiness to herself, in all ways possible She's lost in the eyes of what beauty of isn't Consumed by the walls that have for shaken , moved and grown her Little did she know, she was growing power through slumber. Underneath the blossoming flowers and the sweet nectar breeze, laid the beauty of divinity. The flare of her voice The span of her wings The beauty she had within her Is the greatest joy, that was brought upon this earth. We lay and wait, to watch the Cocoon unfold, This Is a war that our Little Butterfly is going in on her own, She may stumble, she may fall She will fight the oppressor in all Her wings dented, Her Spirit unsure of, She is it still our Little Butterfly. Reborn.