Cocoon

 The cocoon is dark and cold, I feel suffocated inside.

I felt the end was near, and then I saw sunlight 

The setting red hues and I hear a crack,

Is that blood I see in the sky? No, I see a drop of red in me.

I flutter restless to realise the cocoon has finally cracked.

I was free as a bird, soaring high, I emerged as red as the sun.

My wings as red as a drop of blood on a human hand.

I was free, liberated, anew.

Or was I?

Yet my soul remains trapped

In a new body of mortality.

~ Suranya

(29.12.2017)