There will come a time, when

I venture outside these walls

This place I call my sanctuary

Where only I can hide away

And no one knows why

I am feeling low, except me

The urge is always there

But remains depleted

And I am empty in this shell

Locked away, in a cocoon

Like a caterpillar, trying

To break free, to fly away

Like a butterfly, in the breeze

Perhaps one day, I will go

Journey out into the unknown

Spread my wings, take flight

But for now, I will remain

Tucked away, safely

In my own little world

 

March Writing Prompts – Unreplenished urges – Day 31/31 – Wow, another month in the books. This one flew by much too quickly! On to April!!

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