A lifeless caterpillar
Sits on her couch
letting her deeply rooted pain
Sink in
She's too sad to cry
So she sits there
Numb
Unable to laugh
Unable to cry
Unable to love
Her heart thrums
Slow and strong
She doesn't know why she's so sad
She just knows
She has a deep hatred for herself
and she wishes her heart
Would stop
She walks out of her home
and looks down
to see a flower bloom
dark red
Soft red petals
Expanding
Young caterpillar
felt a spark of inspiration
a spark of happiness
young caterpillar
went back to her room
and wrote a poem
her first poem
about a flower
Soft, red petals
Expanding
Now, hopeful caterpillar
felt happy and hopeful
Happy with her work
made made a new home
a cocoon
Now content
She sits in it
growing
developing
writing poetry...
About the Creator
AngelBee
"Excuse me, I'm speaking." - Kamala Harris
"As artists, we are eternally heartbroken." - Lady gaga
"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This is beautiful! My favorite part about writing (and reading) is the opportunity to share how you feel, almost anonymously! In a way, I guess it becomes my therapy... I really appreciate seeing stories and poems that seem to share in that feeling. As much as it may seem weird to hear from a stranger, I am proud of you! I'm proud of you for making it as far as you have and for finding the strength to keep going. 💜