Cocoon

I wrap myself in a cocoon. A cocoon that is a mushy, muddy, dark blanket. I hide myself away from reality because that is the only way I know. I try to come out of this hideness, but I get stuck in the gooyness. It pulls on me and it imprisons me with chains that are thorns. No ray of sunlight can touch it because the cocoon lives in a dark and wicked forest of my Soul. At last, the Soul screams a painful scream! Someone get me out of here! I don't want to perish! Finally, I go into this deep and wicked sleep, and I dream. I can't tell or see what I am dreaming of. I awake from this evil dream in tears. Loving tears because the evil that grew and grew int a disgusting cocoon, becomes clear and I can see the beauty of some sort of warm sunlight. Sunlight that melts away the ugliness of my body and Soul. The cocoon, clear and soft, opens up its wings, like the opening of pages in a book. Magnificent! My Soul is Free! I spread my wings, as Nature tells us, into a beautiful and glorious butterfly. A butterfly that extends its wings and dances with happiness that it is Free.