Cocoon – A Poem by Xianna Michaels

Circuits shorting; ceilings falling;

Chaos doesn’t cease!

Dimly I hear Spirit calling –

I’ll write when I have peace.

Or is it just the opposite,

Distractions sent to me

Until I write in spite of it,

This lesson meant for me:

To be impervious, cocooned,

With pen in hand and soul attuned.

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