butterfly poem

[isenephthys]

i emerged from my cocoon on a warm summer day
never to look back
forgot those dreary walls that nurtured
and left me caged for what seemed like
eternity
wings still damp and tentative
i tried to fly
longing for somewhere better
the somewhere of my dreams
where the sky is blue
and flowers are pink and red and yellow
so tentative was i, hopping from stem to leaf
when my wings were too tired to go on
blindly trudging from stalk to bud
i rested, wings folded around me now
like the cocoon of my loathing
i slept and dreamed
of rebirth on the morrow

[DappleSuki]

i like this part alot:

i rested, wings folded around me now
like the cocoon of my loathing
i slept and dreamed
of rebirth on the morrow

very creative!

[isenephthys]

thanks. i'm kind of out of writing practice. i've been working on it though.

[Julieben]

Its so beautiful, I felt like I was the butterfly. I know that feeling. Perfectly illustrated, so you had better take out that self-negative talk line after that beautiful poem, it takes you back to reality too fast!! Ok? Thanks!!

[isenephthys]

thanks. the neg. self talk was just my ego-insecurity commenting upon the poem. you're right; it should just stand alone.

[Julieben]

Thank you for sharing and thank you for giving yourself the benefit of the doubt, it was perfect!!

[nadiasmummy2005]

That's beautiful

[missysu74]

Wow! That was really beautiful. You paint a vivid picture. You cretainly don't sound out of practice! I wish I had the mental energy to get back to writing, too! For now, I'll just read yours!

[isenephthys]

thanks. i kind of write in spurts. it's most intense when i'm getting manic, right before af or when i'm working on therapy issues.

i had mentally *written* a really great poem in my head the other night as i was falling asleep, and i forgot the dang thing!