Within my little circle,
This compact ring I call my comfort zone,
Serenity has won over my madness.
I feel tranquil inside the boundaries,
But I feel fretful when I’m shoved outside it.
My manner of existence is like a statue inside this bounding line,
Yet my life will soar once I stride to the skin of this circle,
And the worst part is,
I’m too tense and timid of the uncertain.
I’m ridiculously spooked of having no border,
No line drawn in thick Sharpie,
No wall made of stone,
To protect me.
Don’t expect me to race towards the stars once I’ve paced outside my consoling district.
All that time inside my home,
My own little galaxy,
I could spot the stars from afar,
I longed to touch them,
But I’d dread going near them.
Expect me to be astray,
And lose a hundred times.
I always won in my circle,
But outside my world with no borders,
Is a galaxy of asteroids,
Prepared to strike me when I’m most vulnerable.
Expect me to adapt and attempt to become contented,
Sketch a new line,
Redefine my comfortable,
Migrate into a new home,
Before I glide towards the moon.