Broken Encasing by Joshua Dolash

Ten years before my second decade began, Fates traded my blithe with deadweight. Doctor’s gloom explained mom’s wail, With mortality was my dad assailed. I assumed no one cared for my pains, Plus, ma’s grief was her abode in chains. I joined the darkened planets and failing stars; They jabbed my memory of wilted rose pedals seized by the blackheart. And so far and in nowhere I tarried in an old cottage, Waiting for something good to happen; But instead I wrapped myself in a forlorn cocoon, Imprisoning my cries of sadness and anger. Then one day a rider fell to low lying branches And while unconscious, I took him in to heal his head. What was created was a friend I never had Yet sorrow still leaked from within. Oh, he knew something was wrong; Placing hand on my shoulder, The man told of Christ’s sacrifice Now alive with joy and in blossom Are my days. I have morphed out of cocoon Flying to the earth’s far reaches to proclaim the Word: God’s Hope!