Metamorphosis
In the shadow of life passed,
we build our pinnacle of solace high,
shielding the demise of our own making.
We draw further within our being,
spinning the silken thread
more tightly about our cocoon.
raised
from oblivion...
ecstasy awaits
Dare not deny self love,
in it is revealed love of all things.
Dare not deny self esteem, without which…
we hide ourselves from ourselves,
never to know how beautiful we are,
in metamorphosis of soul.
© cgh nov 5 2011
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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