Cocoon
Last year was my cocoon
The warm, silky woven threads of time nourished the person i was
Day by day i grew in my delicate womb
Mistakes strengthened every layer of my fragile home
They only made me stronger
Every missed opportunity, every broken relationship, every loss
was only hardening my armor
until out of the cocoon
erupted a more detailed being
a creature whose scars gave him character and story
a person who will not fall for the same mistakes again
a person who made it out of his
cocoon
This poem is about:
Me