Where’s the bell to tug–raise the alarm “I’M NOT DEAD”!
Cocooned in a casket of depression, quickly lowering
hopes into the chasm of darkness. . .
Just wait a second more . .
Wait. . .
to stretch wings
and discover I am a born-again butterfly.
Cocooned, your wings
folded into cramped quarters of
fragile purpose.
Too young–death has touched
you.
ripped your still forming chrysalis
forced your
eyes open to the dust
of humanity. So you hide deep within
safety, questioning the wisdom of
God. Why did he mold you to fly in a world
chained by gravity?
If you or a loved one are in immediate danger, call the National Suicide Lifeline at 988 or go to the website at https://988lifeline.org/