Photo by Vasily Kozorez on Unsplash
Inside the cocoon
The dark feels heaviest right
Before light enters
.
Everything I thought
Was wrong about myself was
Just my own shadow
.
They see the blooming
But not the waiting; long years
Spent under the ground
.
Every cell in my
Body wants to sing out, but
Life whispers: “Not yet”
.
I have spent my life
Here but not present, except
When the light hits me
.
Gold glue fills the cracks
Between who I used to be
And who I am now
.
Cherry blossoms on
A barren tree in winter
The first signs of spring
.
Sitting in silence
Devouring the first sips of
Dawn like medicine
.
On the precipice
As the wave finally crests–
A new beginning
About the Creator
Joelle E N
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
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