Change lays in waiting for her to comply
Vibrant colorful wings, curl round her eyes,
Freedom is hers if she only could see
Her own potential in who she could be
She's frozen in time locked in her cocoon
Her life unravels inside this dark room
She hides from the warmth, the source of her pain. Burnt too many times, won't risk it again.
Deeper she coils in her crysalis tomb.
Surrogate shelter, her own make-shift womb
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Intermission
PoesíaPoetry written many years ago. I found my voice and lost it. As a step towards recovering my voice I decided to share these poems.
