114 Pages of Awakening


114 metamorphosisThere is a box in my closet
bound in ribbons of woe,
pages of awakening,
lessons of letting go.

Ink stained by tears
words scattered with lies,
a game of deception
and masterful disguise.

It rests, for now
in a cocoon of dark bliss,
healing wounds of trust lost
birthing its metamorphosis.