In the cocoon I stay, shielded by the white walls I have made to protect myself.

I will stay here, changing and finding myself until I am prepared to lose who I was made to be and become who I am.

I want to escape the cocoon, but I don't feel ready yet. Time is necessary for me to heal and I will use it to better myself.

And when I finally set myself free, I will only allow you to accept me. And if you reject me, you cannot be a part of my life.

There were days when the cold moon did not return at night;

i would stay, frozen, under the dark blanket called sky,

waiting

for a sign of reassurance,

for a sign of the end to my loneliness,

hoping something would save me from the enveloping grasp of darkness

when the moon returned the next day, slowly until it was full

before it decided to start leaving me again.