The Pupa

Now, for growth, I crawl into my cocoon,
Lying down snugly,
As the portals close,
I must stay here,
Albeit hot,
For the world out there is unbearably cold,
None is my friend and none truly cares,

I must lie here, locked with my fears,
So that when it opens, to reveal a new me,
I have wings that spread,
Letting me fly.

Senses sharpened,
Alert and strong,
I flex my wings that grew,
Behind the darkness that seemed naught,
Unblinking and clear,
I take off into the air,
Never to return to this miserable ground.

7:53pm same building 14.11.2016