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.
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