Little Bear

Wrapped in a milky cocoon
I feel it’s oh too soon,
To reach for the stars above.
Though I dream of it.

Fingers in fists protect my soul.
The outside world seems a gaping hole.
Running free in the biggest sky,
Soon I’ll be a hurricane.

My threads are breaking clear.
A swooping blackness is my fear.
I will emerge a butterfly.
To beat back the chaos.