Cocoon
Persecution and threats knocked at my door. Fear for my life had me rethinking everything. Images of myself, creative and free, Tormented those who looked upon me. I feel no shame for who I once was, am, and have become, But they hold shame as a weapon, like a gun. So I turn my eyes inward and forget who they are. I focus my faith and leap into the well Gloom swells, tears drown out the…









