There was a time
When I was attached to the strings of pain
Inside a cocoon of loneliness
I felt
Abandoned with no window to see outside
With the feeling
Of hopelessness in mind
And fear in my heart
I started to lose the essence of my well being inside
One foggy night
With a clear thought
And sickly body
I looked up at the small reflection of my soul in the cracked ceiling of the cocoon
That was lighting up with the ray of the moon
I saw my soul
So frail
Defeated
And unhappy
As an orphaned child
I felt that the weakness has conquered my motivation
And I sensed that my self-worth has broken
On the cobbled stones of hardship
Piece to piece
I also saw a fragment of a little girl
Whom once was
Driven
Passionate
And so alive
But imprisoned in the cell of a broken cocoon
With no fresh air to breath
No power to scream
And no strength to go on
I started to cry
And with a throbbing heart
I felt this disconnection of myself
From the pain that I’ve been feeling
For so long
Suddenly
I felt relieved
And my courage was awakened
And I felt the urge to recollect
My strength
And my wisdom
As a torch of guidance
To the passage to freedom
From the cocoon
Shahla Latifi
10-20-2015