Cocoon

fear
wraps itself around me
in layers of warm escape
no room to move, to respond
to the wind's howling anger
or the earth's dampened spirit
under the weight of cloudy skies
and colorless rain

this coat constricts breathing
separates me
from all other beings
frozen in their own thoughts
encased by their own egos

the same wind asks,
"why wait till spring
to become a butterfly?"

Copyright 2008 by Kaveri Patel