Painful Hibernation

This is my cocoon, my bed, and I am sleepy
For no one will I leave this warm place, I hibernate
With my slender fingers, with the last bit of my strength
I build this final place

I wrap my arms around my head, they are so painful
My knees around themselves, so thin and bone alone
I rest my head inside my arms, and push it all away
Outside this final place

I am no more, today I finally stop being
I never asked to have this strange body that I loathe
Those ever crying thoughts that haunt inside my brain
Let me my final place

***

If this is cease to be, how come the flying colours?
The strange sensations while I suddenly can move?
Is this crawling out of painful hibernation
Leaving life of darkness then?

***

January 31, 2017

abuseanimalanxietymetaphorpainfree verse

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John Herlihy

February 1, 2017 at 2:17 AM

Very intense, very moving. I know what you are talking about. I wrote a poem recently that I may eventually post on the very same subject where I say that moments come when I just shut myself away. There is a cure in solitude. JH

Darren White

February 1, 2017 at 2:21 AM

I can only *nod*. Yes, absolutely. If you ever decide to post, I would very much like to read it.

Chris Green

January 31, 2017 at 8:51 AM

I can see and understand the analogy here and it is painful. But, with every pain there is another part that is enhanced, like the brown caterpillar who emerges with wings of vivid colors, your colors my friend are extremely vivid and are seen in your poetry.

Darren White

January 31, 2017 at 9:15 AM

I am working my way through difficulties, with pain. But I indeed chose this analogy very deliberate. Hopefully my colours shine for everyone.