“Struggles” –Tucker Wallace
The moth fights, he struggles
Wrestling, wriggling, wanting to be free
The cocoon’s grip holds, almost cuddles
Lulling its victim into false security
The struggle encompasses, defines
All he sees, all he will become
Trapped in darkness, lost, hope declines
Yet past the present, hope, light will come
In this moment, true character shown
So easy to miss one’s destined way
Whether to fight, totally alone
Or become the cocoon’s eternal prey.
“Birds” –Tucker Wallace
Much like the bird in the egg
People must leave the obscurity
Break the shell and leave their security
Risk life and health to grow in maturity
Much like the bird in the nest
People lay in need
Asking for help, while they, indeed
Forget of their feat, they did in previous succeed
Much like the bird shoved out of the nest
People have wings, though unused
And unless forced, sometimes bruised
These wings lay useless, never to be proved
