I have learnt to keep the precious words safe
Wrap them carefully
Put them away
When we bring out that which matters too soon
It is akin to smashing a fragile butterfly cocoon
Leave it longer
Until the wings grow
Let it emerge as it desires
In it’s own sweet time
Of its own accord
Glow with it, become radiant
And let that joy expand to encompass your entire being
But always
Keep your good news tucked inside your chest
where it grows behind the wishbone near the heart
let all that you love nourish it
Wombs are for children
but cocoons are for dreams
let them grow there
quietly
rocking them to sleep
waking each tiny seed with the sun
holding them gently
away from everyone
Until their time to rise, has come
*Header image – unique AI art generated by me. Loving the process of matching poetry and art.
