Transformation

Transformation

An existence of spinning,

a cocoon she'd make her home.

Wrapped within despair,

held firmly and alone.

An existence of believing,

hidden away was best to be.

Yet in time wings of colors splendid,

would ache to be set free.

An existence waiting,

held suspended in darkened sleep.

From a branch tucked in the willow,

her transformation near complete.

Rainee

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your words convey such a wondrous strength and sacred beauty that too often lays hidden, even from the eyes of the transforming one. Beautiful and hopeful words so needed in a world that can feel so cold and barren in the waiting.