Cocoon

I'm going to get married
I'll be a lovely bride
My veil trailing me in white
My chosson by my side.

I'm going to have children
I plan for five or six
And maybe one trailing behind
Or twins thrown in for kicks.

I'm going to be a mother
You'll see, I'll be one soon
For now, I'm just a caterpillar
Trapped in her cocoon.

And all my friends are butterflies
Fluttering about
Brightly showing off their spots
While I'm starting to doubt

Everything.

Through the Glass

I see you
through the glass.
Ruddy cheeks.
Wrinkled skin.

I hear your
muffled cry
through the glass.
Calling me.
Begging for me.

I feel you
through the glass.
Soft cheeks.
Smooth skin.

I call for you
through the glass.

You don't answer.

My nose is pressed closer.
A fog forms.
Fogging the image
I have
of you.
Blurring my mind.

You exist only
through the glass.