Cocoon

I started writing this also during the winter or 2010. It was an attempt to describe the feelings of  being trapped that I was feeling.

In a
cocoon,
I am safe,
I am warm.
Secure. I'm sleeping,
changing,
growing,
waiting.
Knowing
My time is not yet.

Still in my
cocoon.
I'm eager,
and anxious.
Still waiting
Still growing.
I want to
leave,
be free.
When can I
Go?

Stuck in this
cocoon.
I am
restricted.
Confusion,
frustration.
Struggle.
Trying,
failing.
Despair.
Will I ever
Be free?

If my time is not yet,
then when can I go?
If I'm not ready now...
How will I know
When I'm ready to fly?

I close my eyes,
unwilling to see
The darkness so thick
That's all around me.
I dream of my wings.

In my
cocoon.
Pushing,
fighting.
It's different
this time.
Courage,
strength,
power.
Is it finally
 my time?

With one final push
I emerge from my shell
and I sat on a branch.
The wind blew, and I fell.
I didn't want this.

Not in my
cocoon.
Falling,
despairing.
Resistance.
Confusion.
Wings!
Flutter,
ascending.
Soaring.
I am free.