Wrapped inside a great cocoon,
With no way to tell the sun from the moon,
Cannot feel the wind on my face,
Or the rain soaking through me as I run with haste.
Stagnant inside with nothing to do,
Cannot escape what I’m going through,
I have to stay still in this place,
The process is not a race.
The seasons change as I stay in the dark,
People come to sneer and snark,
To comment on my sad state of affairs,
As if my problems were there’s.
I will stay as long as it takes,
Bound to make a few mistakes,
But when I emerge I will be reborn,
Just please leave me to mourn.
I went to see my therapist last week and she put this image in my head of my grief or hard points in my life is just my own version of a cocoon. I thought it was the perfect image to describe how I have been feeling since September, I can be in a really dark place, but it’s ok because eventually, I will emerge stronger.
Thanks for reading,
Em.
