HELD

Once cocooned in a woven place,
a place that was so warm and safe.
It would get dark and lonely at times,
but that warm safe space was all mine.

Then came the stretching and I started to grow,
my tiny cocoon no longer could hold
the new wings that were starting to sprout.
I would have to leave my safe place,
I would have to get out.

But what was on the other side of my home?
I never before had wanted to roam.
What was this sudden unrecognizable urge,
this compulsion in my soul to break free and emerge?

I had mistaken my tiny cocoon for a home,
when it was only the incubator for my wings to grow.
I had felt so safe insulated from the world,
the world in which I was about to be hurled.

I couldn’t mistake it, I no longer belonged.
It was time to take flight, it was time to be strong.
I had only ever known life looking up before,
but now with my wings, I could fly, I could soar.

Was this really the design this whole time?
Was this really what the maker had in mind?
Life started simply, everything was on track,
then the dark enveloped me, I was under attack.
That darkness became both friend and foe,
and I questioned whether I ever would grow.

Then with no doing of my own,
my body grew in ways I never could’ve known.
But it was all so natural, it was all so right.
I guess I was always made to take flight.

I might be shaky, a little unsteady,
but there is not a single doubt that I’m ready.
Courage is welling up and I’m surging.
Watch out world! It’s me! I’m EMERGING