The Wings in the Cocoon
Free only within the walls,
I welcome myself to fly,
The space is enough to merely flutter.
Opening with my courage,
Before snapping shut and making my wings suffer.
A pushing circle,
Created by my own design.
I will grow one day,
Displays of freedom on my back.
Because all they say is:
I will reach the moon.
Yet all they see are my wings,
Not the cocoon.













