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.
Copyright © Bernadette Ignaciuk | Year Posted 2011
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