I have lived
A life spent in hiding
From people
From shadows
From all the myriad things
That strike fear into my timid heart
But I do so love this cave
This cocoon that I've built for myself
Where it's dark and lonely
But ever so peaceful.
And like a tortoise,
I carry my cocoon wherever I go
It keeps me safe
It keeps me calm
When I can't say the same of the world.
It has been my life's mission
To put into words
The things that don't have a name
Like this feeling
That maybe I haven't lived enough
But there is no 'Enough' when it comes to Life.
There is only Death.
