Days in Cacoon

Some spend days, some spend weeks, some spend months,
no matter how much time you spent,
still, we just waiting for the moment to break the cocoon..

until the favorable moment, i will penetrate it, to find myself, to see myself, to face the world with the whole new me, leaving the history in the history...

somehow, the days in cocoon will never be the history, it hides in the corner of your mind, popping up every now and then, reminding you, pain is gone...

staying inside the cocoon, darkness overwhelmed my heart. i am lost, easily being drifted by whatever simple failures which beat me mercilessly. Apparently, i am vulnerable , to everything which is not invited that intrudes my life unexpectedly... i it is too dark for me to see the changes undergoing... what reminds me with my presence is the failure.. it bangs me,whenever i fall, whenever i fail...

i wonder, is every single butterfly has undergone this stage? they are just so perfect that one would never relate them with the awful cocoon... or they are too perfect for the cocoon? perhaps..
cocoon always seems to be made for me, a fragile little flower~
can i be myself after my metamorphosis?

it is a doubt...

it will be cleared, when i break my cocoon, walking out with my heads up high, proudly announcing that " its me! a grown up me!"