Chrysalis

I feel submerged. Sounds are muffled like cotton in my ears and my sight is blurry, obstructed.
There is a chasm that splits my heart from my thoughts.
Fighting not to compartmentalize...my feelings.
Talking head, lost in translation.
The paradox: feeling release, yet aware of the grip that makes me feel trapped, confined
love, feeling pain and happiness at the same time.
Knowing when i'm in over my head, but the allure is so strong that i follow your ways.
roll with it baby, challenges bring in the new dawn
dew rests on the tips of my eyelashes like a dragonfly sits on a cattail.