Unfold, Part I

Oh, mother.
I am so weary of this life.
Oh, how tired I am of the shell I have become.
Put your ear to me, you shall hear what I see;
You shall see despair.

Oh, mother,
Mine creatrix, help me.
Oh, won’t you lend me some new air to breathe.
I feel I may stew to death in melancholia;
Will I see you there?

Oh, mother -
but the world was cruel.
They dropped cinders on my ashen skin
and how they laughed when I wept.
How I wept.

Oh, Mother.

The amazing Alice Agostini asked me to write poetry to accompany her fashion show tonight, the show was called Unfold and was about escaping self made prisons. Both Alice and I experienced long periods of time when we felt safer in our homes, and frightened of the outside world. Recently we have both began to unfold and step out into the world, sometimes painfully, sometimes fearfully, but eventually, we hope, successfully.

The six parts of this poem show the transition from cocoon to flight. They should be read together and in order.

This first part discusses being in the cocoon.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V and Part VI