Cocoon

Just once a little caterpillar.
Living day to day.
Preparing itself,
To break away.

Building it’s cocoon,
Surrounding itself tight.
Dreaming of the day,
It’s wings take flight.

Days turn to night,
And night to day.
Harsh weather hits,
So strong, it won’t fray.

Changes happen inside,
Things we cannot see.
Because each is different,
We must believe.

The day comes,
Little caterpillar breaks through.
But here is the trial,
Breaking free of the cocoon.

Its head is out,
Pressure on its frame.
Was growing weak,
But wanted to win the game.

No matter how hard it pushed,
Pressure fought back.
Poor little caterpillar,
Heavy weight on its back.

It knows its goal,
And knows it’s the only way.
But it’s body feels like its breaking,
As night turned to day.

It rested for a moment,
taking it all in,
With one final push,
It would finally win.

Stretching his beautiful wings,
What the pain caused him to grow.
Starting his new life,
Leaving what he knew below.

As trials face us,
Do we often give up?
Or do we keep trying,
Drinking that bitter cup?

The world is a cocoon,
Designed to make us beautiful and strong.
And as its time for us to choose,
Will it be right or wrong?

Do you take shelter?
In what will destroy you?
Or do you see the light?
And use the wings you grew?

We’re designed to handle pressure,
And be modeled by it.
But some do not understand,
So they give up and quit.

The cocoon is your test,
To see if you grew.
Show’s the strength in struggles,
And I see strength in you.



Don’t give up

Reviews

[Jo Billygoat]

this grates me because I struggle and see not nor feel not that struggle strengthens not but weakens further, if your struggles have strengthened you then you are blessed

I was once was confiding with a Christian about my struggles and he too told me that I was a strong person for going through my strife and pains alone; I think people say this to someone when they do not know what else to say in a pathetic way to appear compassionate, understanding and comforting all in one swoop -- and that's the gist, put a little band aide on ragging and torrent river of agony and hope it will hold long enough for them to escape the damn busting at the seams to wash all away in its path so all run from this inevitable destruction, me