Silkworm

The days go by endlessly,

Mindlessly I chew away at the yummy goodness

Of mulberry leaves

Growing... growing... growing... until,

One day I stop and instead

Start to weave this fine, strong thread,

Weaving my stories

As I get entangled in them.

All too soon the light has disappeared.

Thriving in this secluded haven I lie,

Motionless, waiting for the day when all of this ends. Not knowing that I’m at a fork in my life

Either they get silk out of me

Or I continue my journey

And end up becoming a storyteller.