Breaking the Threads

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Why do I keep coming back to this little room?

Shut away inside myself

Hiding in my cocoon

Seeing no escape

I am trapped inside of this lonely cocoon

Spun from threads of my insecurities and fears

 

Is there no way to get out?

Even if I try to rip a one of my threads

They grow and let no change happen

My insecurities taking over me

Making my cocoon thicker

Harder to escape my personal jail

 

Why is my brain the warden of my prison?

Telling me I can’t get out

Not letting me escape

The weaver of the threads

Making my shell thicker

Keeping me locked up

 

What is this metamorphosis they speak of?

It sounds so unreal too fearful to even be real

Is it even possible to break one’s shell?

The threads keep on growing relentlessly

Giving me no chance of escape

No chance to change myself

 

What is that I see?

This little tiny light

It’s growing with every second

Filling up my cocoon

With light and reassurance

My anchored threads now break and fall

 

What is this feeling?

It fills my wings

My wings now spread and unfold

Breaking my cocoon completely

It now lies lifeless on the ground

A shadow of its former self, myself

 

Am I really finally free?

I take my first few steps

I am unsteady but confidence and courage soon fill me

I feel it powering my wings

I leap into the sky, taking flight towards my new life

I have changed

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