Your arms hold me like a cocoon
Because through them,
I am changed
But by nature,
They are not a home
So naturally,
You let me go.
I arose from my cocoon,
Saw the world for the first time again,
And took flight;
Not once
Looking back.
I tremble into a cocoon,
Desperate for metamorphosis,
To wear skin unlike my own
And bear wings that’ll fly me away.
Others shed their skin like a snake,
But I weave myself into a cocoon,
Incubating my soul;
If you wait long enough
You’ll witness something magnificent.
The egg or the cocoon?
To become or to become anew?
From genesis to renaissance,
Different stages
But a new life all the same.
You take my cocoon
And make silk;
My soul left to rot
And the rest is yours.
Every love is a cocoon,
But a different creature is born each time.
What does our love look like?
How high will it fly?
Wrap me together like a cocoon.
I want tomorrow to be several weeks from now
And the future to look brighter,
As if I’ll be reborn as something beautiful.
Wind sways a cocoon
In the white mulberry tree
But life still hangs on
Two hearts together
Forming something new like a cocoon:
A love that sprouts wings!
I’d live out any life if it’s with you.
-k.r.r.
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