From Her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form. All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn. Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep. Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap. Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work… She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth. She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme. This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon. But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon. There are always those admirers awaiting her final results. Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth. She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more… With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart. Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when… She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again. Written 10-13-2011