You're trapped in a cocoon
When all you want to do is fly
Confined in spun butterfly silk
and all you can do is cry
You're becoming something beautiful
A breathtaking thing, not something sly
Pretty soon
You will no longer want to die
In the future, you will escape the prison
In order to get out, you must pry
After you will be a beautiful butterfly
And then my dear, you fly
Far far away
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silent screams
Puisithe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
