Moonlight Sensing

“Caterpillars Have Hope,” by me

Waiting for the day
Where I become myself;
Something different.

I awake in this cocoon daily,
Trapped by thin layers that I made myself.

Confined by the environment
I chose to settle in.

It’s just a stage I say,
So I don’t try to escape

Instead I close my eyes,
Put faith in my cocoon,
And wait to truly wake.


A poem I wrote while having a brief introspection. I wrote this while slightly intoxicated, sitting in front of a wall of windows with all the lights off, well past midnight. The windows are open, and the breeze is slight. The moon lights up the construction area my apartment overlooks, I could sit here and just stare at it forever. I don’t understand the infatuation, but I don’t fight it either.


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