Cocoon

I am warm,

Wrapped in the shell of my own thoughts,

Spinning and weaving, colours and shades,

Windows and doors, broken and sealed.

I am home,

Tucked under my own mind,

This is my own fortress, my own stands,

This is my freedom and my prison.

I am close,

I feel the light and the shadows,

The moon and the half-light,

I can feel the rain on my window pane.

I must break free,

Its too tight, too close, too near,

I am stuck, wriggling, writhing,

I must get away.

I am through,

And i can feel the sun and the stars and the open sky.

I am free.