by mkvecchitto


I counted the minutes


ten, nine, eight…


the bell rang, releasing me

a week to relax

a week to rest


I am a caterpillar

seeking solitary confinement

in a cocoon that glimmers


where words speak louder

than any action in this,

the best of both worlds


Here, within walls that

obscure the outside world

I resist distraction


There, just outside

my safe haven, my renewal —

the light is just a bit softer


Seven, six, five…

days devoted to my own pursuits

Can you feel my wings flutter?



photo: Pixabay

prompts: Poetic Asides, #NaPoWriMo, WordPress Daily Prompt




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