self-protection isn't protective when it's a prison...
My cocoon was made of moth-wings,
but after enough asteroid-hits
I mistook for caresses,
chitin was replaced
with reinforced steel.
Nothing could get in,
but I couldn’t get out.
I had developed wings
within this metal fortress
that I couldn’t protract.
So, I did a deep-dive into my mind
to find the blueprints,
and there, along a cobwebbed edge,
was a faint outline
of a door with no keyhole or nob.
Password-protected.
So I called out to my Subconscious,
and words flowed like a stardust stream:
Self-protection
isn’t protective
when it’s a prison.
Suddenly, sunshine galloped into my weary eyes
and cocooned me, coaxing me to exit.
She said:
It’s time to step out into the world
and become a person again,
wings outstretched.
🦋
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