Trapped in a small cocoon,
Long have I been waiting
During many a moon
For this second coming.
I was wrapped up all warm
In a shroud of cotton
I was merely a worm,
In a land all forgotten,
A changeling, in this hold,
The cosiest of jails.
My wings were in a fold,
A mesh of tangled sails,
Hidden from all to see,
Colours of vibrant blue.
Now is the time for me
To arise and be true.
As in a spider's web
My feelings are entrapped,
As in a straining ebb,
My limbs tied down and strapped.
I fear that I will not
Ever escape these walls.
Having loosened the knot,
I look around these halls,
For I want to break free
And, like the butterfly,
Soar up into the tree,
To the cloud, to the sky.