Chrysalism

Awakened from dream

By a storm last night

At peace with the rain

And the thunder's bite

My inner eye bright

In lightning's white light

My vision unmarred

By life's base deceptions

My mind unfettered

Blank slate at post inception

I see myself floating

Safe in my mother's womb

While the world rages

Like the weather

Outside my room

And yet I know peace

Wrapped in calm chrysalism

Yet to be touched

By the cut

Of poor decisions-

I am suspended

Within life's morn

Chaste in the eye

Of a living storm...