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

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