Instead of lying on the couch for another hour,
I could have done more.
"‘You are turning into a cocoon,’
they laugh.

I could, I should,
but I never would.
I know myself too well.

I would rather offer my soul for sale
than leave my room—
four walls that have become my
safe haven... or a cage?

I know I should,
but I never will.
Am I too emotional for allowing myself to fear?

Because what if, when I leave,
my home disappears?
What if they forget
that I was once there?
What if they realize
that living without me
makes them happier?