The Cocoon

What lies beneath the cover
Is sometimes hard to see
At first you can’t tell
If it’s hope, joy, or jealousy

You must learn to read
And to connect
With everything below the surface
In order to gain respect

It’s not always easy
Sometimes I just explode
Much like a butterfly
Struggling to break its hold

From a cocoon that holds it there
Forever in the dark
Unable to speak or see
Or hear a skylark

But when you do make it out
Graceful wild and free
There is a reward
For overcoming illiteracy

You gain a friend for life
That’s worth the struggle and strife
Not even a war could separate
My horse and me


Todays best new poem was written by Julia Pelesko.


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