Going Home
cocooned
in depression
covered
in fibrils
of time
whimpering
until I am mute
so reduced
I am a fading
chrysalis
my wounds
bleed a cruel tide
rivers of my blood
whisper away
set free
burn out my eyes
I shall fear no death
I cannot know
what I
cannot see
so the wings
of a phoenix
carry me home,
and I rage
against time
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2013
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