I wonder, how does a caterpillar feel as it forms a cocoon?
Does it feel trapped?
Does it think the world is over?

I once felt like a caterpillar
Trapped in my own body,
Underneath my clothes, body parts that left me hopeless.

My world was over.
My words on pages became light in darkness,
Water when I was thirsty,
Daily hugs when no one was there.

Today I still feel like a caterpillar
When I walk ekasi
My cocoon is a pencil and paper.