AUGUST 2011
The process
I know the time is there,
weave my cocoon with bare hands
and assemble the disconnected pieces.
I remember moments of wars,
close my eyes and follow my terrors,
Reliving my wounds hour after hour.
Confining my soul in the secret of my envelope,
I find the strengh to cut every twisted link.
I forgive the ghosts of the past,
who became vampires of the present,
those who kill and suffocate.
Finally my energy is restoring
and I feel my cells one by one liquify,
together building a unique cell, alone, in danger.
Then I leave my life, with chaos for treasure,
nature for heart and emptiness for body.
Very slowly, I rebuild myself quietly,
Knowing the pain of my revival,
as of my death.
Exhausting my source,
and,
from metamorphosis to metamorphosis,
I pray for my nymphose to achieve.
MarJoLi
