Week 16: Cocoon

in lonesome darkness

Week 16: Cocoon

the heart heals in lonesome darkness

Cocoon

It was dark but I was not afraid

because the darkness was not my enemy

this time of uncertainty and doubt 

wasn’t stagnation or regression

it was a holding pattern

 a crucible of transformation

this place wasn’t a death sentence

it wasn’t a tomb at all

it was a womb

and I 

a miracle

Description: This poem is a quiet declaration of rebirth. Reframing darkness and uncertainty as necessary stages of transformation, it rejects fear in favor of trust in becoming. The cocoon imagery turns what might seem like stagnation into gestation, culminating in a powerful affirmation of self as both changed and miraculous.

Reflection: Where in your life might darkness or uncertainty be serving as a place of growth rather than something to escape? What part of you feels like it is in a holding pattern, and what transformation might be quietly taking shape there? If this moment is a womb rather than a tomb, who or what are you becoming on the other side?