In This, My White Cocoon
In this, my white cocoon
all is warm and black.
I am safe and nourished
protected from the world’s attack.
A chrysalis spun from within
to protect from unknown things.
Yet sometimes I wonder, if not unused,
what could be reached with my wings?
But in this womb-like sanctuary
no chances ever need be taken.
There are no tears that need to be cried
nor the need to feel forsaken.
So what if I were to break from this shell?
Would I fall head over heart
into a living hell?
In this, my white cocoon,
I wonder what is outside.
And what the world will do to me
when I can no longer hide.
Sometimes the biggest choice we have to make is the biggest risks we are willing to take.