My Spirit finds protection in this cloak;
A comfort only stagnancy can yield.
This sanctum, where I'm rid of duty's choke,
Sets free my mind, yet still my body sealed.
In my cocoon my body's limp and frail,
And, though I am at rest, I yearn for growth.
The longer hidden from the outside gale,
The more I wish that I could nurture both.
At once, a realization of the truth
Upsets, and rest no longer satisfies.
I shed the selfish wishes of my youth.
I dry my wings and soon my Spirit flies.
It pains both mind and body, yet the ache
Releases me, and freedom shall I take.
