The Cocoon

The cocoon dangles calmly-
Silent, amid much din
Vile, with a strange beauty
Concealing power within.

All larvae are not alike-
They build cocoons or chrysalis,
to be the moth or butterfly,
post their metamorphosis.

Life is a cocoon,
An unseen fight, yet, a boon.
Would every being achieve
The freedom it seeks? Or
Would it die, struggling
as it lived, bleeding.

Did someone sweep it, reckless, down the drain, or
Coax it out too soon?
Was it a tortured transformation, or
just a quirk of fate?

From life it gets a sweet release. Yet
The larva never saw what could have been.


Written in March, 2016


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