New me

i often loved the idea 
of sitting in a corner,
folded like a fatherless kid,
befriending the wrong spiders

then i learnt to love 
my white fragrance, 
quoted in black,
in a colorful wilderness, 
lonely like an undiscovered tulip

but now, 
i cage my unbridled emotions,
in words, 
befriending assonance,
together hiding in metaphors,

holding quills like a father's thumb

           ©toosole