closed cocoon

i am a brilliant butterfly, trapped in my own cocoon;
i cocoon i weaved myself;
weaved to protect me from the big bad dangerous world;
me so small, so tender, so sensitive, so immature, so innocent and so helpless;
and so i lived inside my cocoon all these years;
protected from the world, its harshness, its cruelty, its betrayal;
but taht was then;
today i am a butterfly, strong, mature, sensible;
i want my cocoon to open so i can fly;
fly away and see the beautiful world;
but my cocoon refuses to open;
says im still vulnerable and innocent;
but i want to fly, get hurt and learn the hard way;
some say why not just "break free";
your cocoon cannot stop u forever;
but i dont want, i dont want to hurt what has protected me all these years;
the only reason i am a butterfly today is because of my cocoon;
i LOVE it very much and dont want to hurt it;
so i beg my cocoon, please let me fly;
please dont force me break open;
and cause hurt to u and me;
please dont force me to stay in and die shriveled inside;
the choice is your's;
either let me go happily and see me grow in life and in my love for u;
oe watch me break free and hurt both u and me;
or lament over my dead body which became mummified within the walls created by u;








PLEASE LET ME FLY;
AND DON'T LET ME DIE...............