Warm and safe ... inside this cocoon ... the silk of it's fabric surrounds me.
Hiding in the darkness ... of my self induced doom, where no one can find me.

Shielding my heart from the boomerang arrows shot from my own bow,
Ducking ... and dodging ... so that they might miss me ... this time.
But they never do, my aim is true, I spear my own heart.

My blood spills ... pools of maroon ... my flag of honor.
A battle against myself ... the push and pull of my emotions
Losing in a game of tug of war that I play from both sides.

I tape on a smile as the new dawn awakens ...
Forcing a glimmer of happiness in hopes that no one notices,
That inside this cocoon I am crying ... and inside of me ... I am dying.
Tears seeping through the cracks in my broken heart.

The doors that I've closed ... my own fingers slammed in them ...
My own words stinging as they slap me in the face,
The harsh reality of my loneliness ... a devils reflection in the mirror...
Haunting me ... taunting me to come out and play ...

I know that devil coaxes me out so that it might
Entice me to open my heart ... making me an easy kill.
Setting me up ... for the fall.
Wondering which fall will finally leave me so crippled
That I am unable to right myself.

Unable to take that chance … passing up the next dance.
The one that could be …
The love of my life … or the cause of my demise.
Not ready to toss that coin.

Clinging to would haves and should haves and could haves …
My shield … protecting me from what is …
Or what could be … as if that were … the enemy.

Thinking that maybe I should just lock the doors, and swallow the keys … just in case.
Hanging on by a thread of empty promises.
My hands slipping … rope burns tearing into my palms.

Unbeknownst to me …
A metamorphous would occur … a change in me …
That I might shed this cocoon … and emerge a beautiful butterfly.
Rebirth … a new life … a chance to start again.