Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Cocoon

I am a being in the cocoon,
Churning, changing, soul consumed.
Pushing, struggling, mind confused,
A battle between left and right ensues.
Mazes, miracles, black and white,
Give me strength to calm this fight.
Darkness holds to doubtful avail,
I will continue blindly on this trail.
Light seems distant but presently so,
One barefoot step rolls heel to toe.
Glimpses of norm flicker behind my clear eye,
Death is coming knowingly, this is its final cry.
I am a being in the cocoon,
Churning, changing, soul consumed.

Jennifer Dethloff

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