Cocoon
Tim Wheeler
Four close apartment walls
I shudder and withdraw
Sealed in a second skin
No daylight filters in
Cocoon
Cocoon
Cocoon
Cocoon
The lowest that I have known
I’ve never felt so alone
Vague memories of the light
I dream of taking flight
Cocoon
Cocoon
Cocoon
Cocoon
When I waken from this sleep
When my strength returns to me
When my wings unfold complete
In the moment of release
I huddle in pitch black
Struggling to force a crack
Taut skin stretched glimmer thin
Then the light rushes in
Cocoon
Cocoon
Cocoon
Cocoon