a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label My Cocoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Cocoon. Show all posts
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The Mag 151 My Cocoon
I am safe
In my pink cocoon.
No bad colors allowed.
The barrier
Shuts out the dark
The cold
The things I don’t want.
I am safe
In my pink cocoon.
I will emerge
Like a butterfly
Leaves its chrysalis
Beautiful and vibrant
Ready to gather nectar
And explore the world.
Until then
I am safe
In my pink cocoon.
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