Caccooned in Innocence

Cacooned in innocence
potent, full, unopened by life
unripe
just joyfully flowing through
the moments of love before me
Stripped naked
raw, cracked and
weathered by the sun and rain
need shelter
need is new

Shelter comes
Innocence forsaken
But carried within
a crumpled heap
carried carried carried
mourned mourned mourned
reaching toward
reaching
reaching
will it be that way forever?

Lost.
Not lost.
Seen, unseen.
Recovered.
Rejoicing.
Safely home.

Unbelievably

It has been unbelievably long since I wrote. I got scared, a little thrown off by the take-aways that happen from within my family of origin. But here I am. Yay!

There must be others like me out there
Enthralled by their inner landscape
Daily daring to brave
the thunderstorms of their buried
lovely rage
beckoning to it
thanking it, nurturing it like
the lifesaver it was to
the coming of all there is

Emilia Nagy