Cocoon

Cocoon

If you remain inside the shell insulated
then nothing can hurt you.

I made it for the tired sighs
I have had of late.

Wander away from the Cocoon
and chances are you'll get hurt.

It was blackened silk, until I strung it
through a melody of laugher
where it turned into a deep plum with silver streaks.

A blank, unemotional life
protected from hurt is no life at all.

I let it dry under the warmth of tomorrow's hope,
which lightened and softened the silk.

Open yourself to life and you may hurt
from time to time,

Its warm embrace surrounds and comforts
closer moments.

but at least you can say
you lived your life.

I smile and drift away into the easiness of you
while we nestle holding hands
and listen to the quiet waves of contentment.