Saturday, March 5, 2011

Yesterday I Met a Cocoon

Yesterday I met a cocoon...
Outside. Hidden between the flowers. It trembles.
It aches to shed its layers, to free its newly created wings, to release the butterfly within. This cocoon, its crafted well. Weather-resistant, camoflaged, protecting its precious cargo, its treasured, unborn child. I watch it from my room, holding my baby girl, my body warm, my spirit filled to overflowing.

Yesterday I met a cocoon...
Inside. Hidden beneath my skin. It trembles.
What are these layers that keep my wings tucked away, that keep me safe and nurse my silly fears? Where do i, I, wish to fly and why do i, I, not let mySelf free?

Yesterday I met a cocoon...
Within. Hidden behind your eyes. It trembles.
It aches to shed its layers, to free its newly created wings, to release the butterfly within. This cocoon, its crafted well. Weather-resistant, camoflaged, protecting its precious cargo, its treasured, unborn child. I watch you from a distance, honoring your heart, my eyes teary with hopeful joy.

3 comments:

  1. This is very evocative and wonderful.

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  2. OoOo...so glad you found something here that spoke to you, Jo. I am eager to read more, feel more, hear more of the magic bubbling beneath your wings!

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