I can feel her trying to crawl out of me
Out of the nest I've sown tightly around her
She's fighting...
I can feel her breathing
I can't numb her bashing anymore as a faint itch
I feel her
Scratching and clawing at the walls...
She will not be defeated...
She needs me to set her free...
But I still whisper,
"Hush. It's not quite the right time yet...
I don't know if it ever will be."