A cocoon is meant to shelter growth
but transformation takes its’ time
like the seasons slowly changing
and what eventually emerges
from the patience of the night
may carry many scars
but still be able to take flight
a creature different from the cocoon
it knows what darkness has in store
but it does not know what awaits
beyond its’ peaceful tree
yet it still somehow trusts the dark
and surrenders what it is
and lets the hidden changes stir
and simply lets its’ old self
fall quietly away
©Ann Bagnall
