Beautiful Version

Encased in a cocoon

For an undetermined amount of time

I grew

My wings took root

And blossomed 

Into a free floating

Fabric of dreams

Colors collided and birthed me

Anew

I floated upon the magic of the wind

Soared to greater and higher heights

For once I feel like my authentic self

Born from my mistakes and failures

But, also from lessons and values

Earned from those losses

I fly free

Because 

I 

am 

me!

Reviews

[hayzed]

I really enjoy this poem. It speaks a lot about where I am today
Bless up Leslie

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A very empowering poem in the acceptance of all the mistakes and victories that define you as a person. Growing from your errors and allowing them to make you a better human being. Very nice poem Leslie.

[John the Baptist]

Much of our younger lives can be seen as time in a cocoon. The simile is telling, for during those times we make the mistakes that should be seen as lessons. Here, the lessons seem to have been learned and the results have been very positive. Well done.