Peering through a paper white cocoon
I am bound by invisible gauze.
A still life, but for my darting baby blues.
I long for yesterday when freedom went unexclaimed.
I lift a small branch with the effort of ten men,
Then rest, then lift again.
A knock, a ring, a word, a touch…
Monumental moments in a still life.
I silently shout – I am still here!
Yet soon my cocoon will float away
Among paper white clouds…
Invisible, but for my darting spirit.
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