cocoon

in the crevices of my mind

I wonder if i cling to a shell of myself rather than me

Hiding from the world in the cocoon I created for safety

Waiting for my wings to grow

For me to realize that I’m more than I even know myself to be

But I clamp my own wings

Still and awaiting for confirmation from a world determine not to give it to me

Praying to a God who knows me better than myself

Silently waiting for me to choose to be free

While I confine myself to my mind

My cocoon, my safe haven, my prison, my home

A place I’ve convinced myself is best for me

But life begins in the open,

Outside of thoughts and dreams

Curating my reality takes more than I believe myself to have

But the day I spread my wings will be the day I know I’ll truly know God and be free