For the last twenty years I lived in a cocoon,

Wrapped up, stood up, shook up, and almost died.

Then I discovered I could wiggle out

Of this thing surrounding me so tightly.

I began to squirm, wiggle, and screech.

It was very frightening as I was warned not to leave.

I ask my father if it was possible to escape,

From the bound up place.

He then reminded me, I am of the human race.

So, inch by inch I squirmed,

And released myself from the tight bound world,

And now I live free.

Don't be bound by anything, please.

Just follow the thread not bound tightly,

Then you will also be free.




By Betty (JCrowe5884@aol.com)


 

 

 

 

 


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Simple Pleasures

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A Cowboy's Touch

Kinds Of Poets

Dear, Are You There?

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Birds

Sniper Cat

Hugs And Kisses

But I Can't Sing

A Child's Secret

Kissing And Hugging




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