Cocoon

I want my old life back but its gone. I've metamorphosed into a wonky butterfly Wings don't work Feet frazzled Antemnae jagged I creep back into my cocoon hoping it's not too late to transform. (Universe, let me off this one time?) I've been wrapped in this film of grey fot too long. Every year since birth a new layer has emerged. So protective at first, it now feels like a curse Most butterflies get free at 21, 23 I'm 37 now and the grey layers run deep. Mummy-like, weigh me down, keep me buried underground I've been so scared you see, to be free For free I cause an earthquake to other insects. For the beauty of a butterfly is seen as a threat to those who have never truly flown Never felt clean wind on iridescent wings Never taste the nectar that summer flowers bring So to keep them safe I ahve kept myself hidden (It can't be too late?) As my layers here thicken my breath starts to quicken And panic stricken, I sense my structure closing in Life watches me pass by. This cocoon will be a casket if I don't start living soon If I don't escape this room, so I start to wrap my wings on my honey-combed tomb A quiet promise in my mind: "I will free myself soon" Eventually decay splits my walls wide open The rot has got me angry hot (Becoming a butterfly is not what I thot) Metamorphosis awaits every being in the end If you don't break your cocoon soon, life will do it for you, friend These days when I see butterflies float effortlessly by I know exactly what it takes to grow the wings they need to fly They make it look so wasy twinkling mettalic in the sky But I know the pain of changing shape, I know the exact price Now I can see to truly live, parts of me had to die To be reborn again, again a better butterfly A quiet promise in my mind: "I will free myself soon" Eventually decay splits my walls wide open The rot has got me angry hot (Becoming a butterfly is not what I thot)