Poem 04

Trapped within a shell,

not yet visible to the eye,

stirring, growing, changing,

yearning to fly.

 

Slowly unraveling,

mysteries to unfold,

colors only dreamed of,

a story to be told.

 

Carousel of thoughts,

spinning out of control,

slipping out of grasp,

races deep within the soul.

 

~ Lillian B.

 

Until we meet again!…