Cocoon

inside where the warmth envelops my soul the outside is a silvery thread of existence each passing wind of encounters and of interactions with others seem to weave a new thread of cord

where this cord leads I ponder to emerge within this world as I know or into the unknown of the next

I thought by now I should awake maybe the dormant fears of my own keep me wrapped in this web

or is. ...could it.. .be meant to be? I continue to rest upon the tree of life knowing that soon I will emerge

but where that leads I am not sure but I am me and for that I like me... ever changing ever transforming ever learning to keep the threads building