Cocoon – A Poem by Xianna Michaels

Cocoon

Circuits shorting; ceilings falling;
Chaos doesn’t cease!
Dimly I hear Spirit calling –
I’ll write when I have peace.
Or is it just the opposite,
Distractions sent to me
Until I write in spite of it,
This lesson meant for me:
To be impervious, cocooned,
With pen in hand and soul attuned.

Circuits shorting; ceilings falling;
Chaos doesn’t cease!
Dimly I hear Spirit calling –
I’ll write when I have peace.
Or is it just the opposite,
Distractions sent to me
Until I write in spite of it,
This lesson meant for me:
To be impervious, cocooned,
With pen in hand and soul attuned.