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Slowly emerging from the cocoon that I've been living in all my life. Cautiously peeking my head out into the world. Is it safe? Will I survive? Slowly breaking free of all that binds me, yet holding on ever so tightly to all I can't let go of. Stretching out my wings for the very first time, letting go of things not meant to be held on to. I take off slowly- looking back... wondering if I should go back to my safe warm cocoon. Am I ready? Will I make it? I start to fly. Soaring, letting the wind carry me higher than I've ever been. I look back and see my cocoon. SMALLER, Smaller, smaller I can barely see it. I look forward and see the world. I look at all that surrounds me, and see possibilities. |
I really liked this poem. I really liked the metaphor of you to a butterfly, the way you changed and have new things that you are approaching in your life. The way that the poem was set up was.......different. Not neccesarily bad or good. It was unique and I kinda liked it personally. I am still a budding writer and so I am not really sure if I can pick out flaws with it but I really enjoyed it and I plan on reading more of your work. enigmaticone | Posted on 2007-12-08 00:00:00 | by enigmaticone | [ Reply to This ] | |