Cocoon is a poem I wrote for my summer writer's group on the topic of "Transformation".

I wind silk around my being,
Silk spun from my own inner self,
I bind myself in darkness,
To be transformed into a new being
Of light and freedom.

I am becoming a winged creature,
A being capable of spiritual flight
Into the rarer atmosphere,
Nearer to the Creator of life.

I learn to temper the once
Destructive powers of my will,
Binding them with silken bonds
In the dark, silent cocoon.

In the quiet darkness
My being is transformed;
In the silken, gold-glittered,
Chrysalis, hidden and
Protected 'neath my Creator's hand.

Slow is the secret process within;
So much to be done, change
Cannot be rushed, if beauty
Is to be the new being's end result--
If my transformed being,
My freed, winged being,
Is to be revealed, soaring
In rarefied air
To the glory of God.