A Kinder Day


cocoon-white (Photo credit: 白石崖)

I am sleeping in my cocoon
Transformation painful, dark
These nightmares of disintegration
This transcendental elevation
As I am broken down within
To arise the butterfly in new skin

Nigredo dark and deep despair
You feel that you will never be
Again a free and conscious entity
Just dissolution and desire
Turn and twist upon the pyre
To yet reform and yet aspire

I am but some god’s afterthought
His indecision and his grace
I am this halfling that he wrought
One thing and then another born
A symbol of growth and yet decay
As all my old life slips away
I wait upon a kinder day

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to A Kinder Day

  1. Love this last stanza.. hits home…. lovely sis xxx

  2. Elaine says:

    oh yes, a kinder day is always welcome. 🙂

  3. Hector says:

    So beautiful “As all my old life slips away I wait upon a kinder day”

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