Tonight's Poet Corner: Cocoon

Cocoon
by Belinda Roddie

They say that when, at last,
I metamorphose and break free,
I should be able to fly.

But what if it's warm enough,
safe enough, and sane enough
for me to stay, without growing
painful stained glass wings?

Let me sleep a while longer
in the bed that I have woven.
I spun these blankets myself.
I wove my dreams into their patterns.

When the plague outside finally
subsides, perhaps I will decide
to rise
and become beautiful again.