It seems that stepping out of my cocoon, is stepping out into the wilderness,
unshielded & exposed. In my cocoon I am light, I am new, I am better, I think I am healed..
It is out here under the sky that the rain pains me & the wind gives him a voice then I am without self.
I am without him a breath out and never in, I am rage towards death, I am the life that was taken out of him.
My cocoon right now, is my sanctuary, my truth and my core. It is the hope that keeps me sane and keeps me alive.
I'm not ready to close that door yet.
He is my love and I carry him in my spirit...
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