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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
exploring the relationship between the cocoon and the caterpillar as a metaphor

Submitted: June 29, 2017

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Submitted: June 29, 2017




You brought me into being,
building me like a cocoon:
weaving me carefully around you.
I protected you --
through storms of change,
the drying heat of hate;
when the world threatened you
I held you tight in my strong skin.
Knowing nothing else,
I thought I'd trap you forever.

But all the time, hidden away,
secretly you were changing ,
transforming yourself.
Parts of you died
only to be born anew:
you made legs to walk alone,
you created eyes to see the sun,
and with devious malice you grew wings

So that without warning --
using all the brutal power of your new muscles
to struggle and explode against me,
to rip me apart from the inside,
tear and shred my shielding skin --

You could glide serenely away.

And I, now destroyed,
could only from a distance
admire with growing anger
your new shape: butterfly.
Don't you remember me,
who held you once?

Your answer:
like false eye spots
on crimson shimmering wings
gazing back at me,
a scornful semblance of regret.

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