Writing of Emotions

I haven’t written any sort of poem-type in years. The other day my plate of life was so full, I had to write. I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on a book, but needed that therapeutic mind release…

 

Cocooned

 

My wings were stuck

Stuck within the walls

The walls of the cocoon

The cocoon that held me for years.

 

As the years passed,

Passed me by,

I awoke from my slumber.

A slumber with the darkest dreams.

 

There was no warmth

No comfort

No feelings

I was alone

 

Alone to vast in the nothing

The nothing that I was born

The nothing that held me

Held me against its walls

 

Then one day,

One unexpected day.

The cocoon began to open

Ever so lightly

 

It was only a glimpse

But I could finally see the light.

It was bright and marvelous

A feeling of joy swept through me

 

Feelings that I never knew existed

Feelings that swept through me like waves

Waves of warmth, joy, and hope

The end to my darkness

 

As though it wasn’t real

The cocoon slammed shut

Keeping me imprisoned

In the safety and darkness

 

The darkness was my destiny

The light was only a reminder

A reminder of my true life

My life in darkness.