Cocooned
Loneliness and sadness
Are my constant shadows.
My unsolicited friends.
They keep me company
In times when no one seems to understand.
They chose me to be their companion.
But, in retrospect, did I choose them?
I always wonder.
Over the years,
I tried to secure
my joys
my happiness
my fulfillment
my pleasure
even my blissful dreams.
But, I guess,
I've been unsuccessful.
I have to agree to the terms.
This alone seems clear to me.
Resigned is myself now.
Bound to solitude.
Welcoming no one but silence.
A complementary trio.
The mind thinks of solitude
While the heart sings of silence.
Life is a dull mystery.
But, still, I care to tell
a small portion of what life is.
So, I call to them.
This mysterious loneliness,
That strange sadness,
Lingering.
They want to be heard.
Yet,
they hesitate.
A nod towards shame.
And, so
they curl up
inside
like some caterpillar
taking refuge
inside
a dark cocoon.
They breathe.
They live.
They thrive.
They become.
Like in some forest,
carefully hidden.
The beauty is silenced;
confined within.
Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013
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