My Cocoon
Crystal clear,
You are the place that cradles butterflies
As they transform into beautiful,
Personified
But more often than not, you stab my wings
Prematurely
Forbidding the growth that would
Lead to my escape
Inevitably, you knew how much I'd love
To go--
But no.
You like me best when I can see the world
Without being its inhabitant,
When you can shield me from my hopes of
Reaching healthy, touching happy
You were never meant to hold anything forever
But just when fingertips feel the
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You snap,
Claw...
me....
back
Back into your grasp
Quite like fish tank glass
What their eyes can always see of me, hands
Will never hold
Tragic, I know
What's a girl to do, stuck in a wonderland
She can't push through, find
Her way back to...wait,
Which way home again?
I don't think I've ever truly known
And the worst
Is all the torture inflicted by myself, at
Your hearty request, wicked jest
You punish me in earnest for trying to
Live
Stuff me back down in my bubble
My hideout, my shelter
You have been my home and grave for all
These years
What I wouldn't give now to strike the
Walls, scream-
GET ME OUT NOW
Yet this is hopeless; I know well
My captor never lets me cry
At least, not out loud
So I whimper and I beg
Please, for the love of god, don't let me die
Not here, already buried underground
If I fall,
No one will ever know
If words could trickle to the surface, well,
Would they even be received,
Or thud forever silent?
Help
Save
Fix
(me)
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