in these past 20 plus years,
i have been transferring
from one cocoon to another;
it's to keep me away from the dangers outside
they kept telling me.
these shields will protect me
by tightly wrapping my wings
so close to my body --
don't mind the lack of room, you say
don't worry about not being able to stretch or breathe --it's better to be safe
than to make mistakes, okay?
not okay.
i am claustrophobic
and i have been in here for far too long.
and yet, while i am tempted to break free,
another fear grows:
what if i tear down the wall around me
and i come to find
that my wings are broken
and i cannot fly away after all?
2017-05-29 9.35am
originally: 2012-12-10
in these past 20 plus years,
i have been transferring
from one cocoon
to another.
these fragile shields
will keep you away
from the dangers outside,
is what they kept
telling me.
these will keep you in
and wrap
your limbs
and
your wings
so close to your body that there's
barely any room
to stretch; there's
barely any room
to even breathe.
or to make mistakes.
but i have been in here
for far too long,
i am tempted to break free,
but
irreversible;
what if,
what if,
i tear down the wall around me
but i come to find
that my wings cannot fly?
tempting me
t
the life i could feel
from the real world outside of this cocoon
has tempted me to tear open
this delicate layer
dedicated to hold me
and my wings
as close as possible.
but now that i have been released from my shelter
i wish i could go back inside
i don't want to face the outside world anymore.
it's not that