Metamorphosis

Wrapped in my cocoon, I flourish—

I used to feel deprived, exiled.

             Peering out through steely threads—

             Entranced, enthralled, beguiled.

The threads were choking, tangled, tight

I’d fight with desperation to be free.

              I longed to burst the confines of my prison

              To breath new air and clearly see.

Soft the voice of my Creator—

“Be still. Your time is not yet here.”

               He parted threads and showed me

                                 Outside dangers.

               My heart beat slow and loud with fear.

The choking strands turned soft as velvet petals

I yielded slowly to my God—

                  I felt His guarding arms surround me

                  Nestled, nurtured; shielded in my pod.

Now I dream adventure— color

                  Vast expanse of sky—

And grow in strength ‘til I emerge

                              To fly.