Sep 2020
My black cocoon
embraces my sorrows,
shielding me from the views
of an angry truth.
How I wish
I could break free
and learn to use my wings,
but the comfort
of a prison built by my own hands
is more solid and reassuring
than open skies.
I fear freedom
because I have never known it.
embraces my sorrows,
shielding me from the views
of an angry truth.
How I wish
I could break free
and learn to use my wings,
but the comfort
of a prison built by my own hands
is more solid and reassuring
than open skies.
I fear freedom
because I have never known it.
This poem came to me in a split second as an answer to a question I commonly ask myself: Why not take the chance? Why not do something different?...be someone different? Why not use the wings that you are capable of growing if only you would step outside the realm of inevitable comfort?
