Every once in a while,
I close off, lock myself away
in a cool cocoon of cozy,
calm colours and words!

I am the chameleon who has
grown tired of her own skin,
moulting off every molding colour dragged
and drained through peril and pride!

I grab at every figment of mine,
drab it around me, like a cloak of death,
only to engage with life again, a quick stop
in my sojourn of self love and acceptance!

I break again, only to unleash all that I am,
all that I can be, all at once
when the dear and dreary cocoon
comes apart and I emerge anew!
© the_acataleptic