Blankets Softest Poem by Ellen Shaw

I want to remember
broken faces
empty spaces
which once held me
blankest softest
cocooning little butterflies
I want to be the hunter
instead of hunted
or stunted
shunted
into escaping
reality
I want to surrender
give into time
tangled mind
caught in the eye
of the storm
I want to be an artist
brushstrokes on paper
formed of colour
a masterpiece
framed
and hung on the wall
I want to surrender
lay down and remember
discover my face
in the empty spaces
beneath softest blankets
out of my cocoon emerges a butterfly