Dare I?

I clutch my covers childishly  
And pull them close  
To burrow into the warmth of my sorrows.  
The chaos of years gone by
Have become nothing more than  
Settling dust and distant screams,
And this bubble I've created  
Has become quite cozy.  
 
I have snapped the necks
Of a dozen versions of myself.
Their ghosts linger  
As if to taunt me  
With glories and regrets  
Of my youth,
And their skin and bones  
Clutter my halls.
 
I hesitate to emerge  
From this state of reflection
And mourning.  
My soul is tired,
And my mind is plagued with delusions  
That keep me stagnant and afraid.
I still fight with shadows  
That I cannot see.  
 
To stay is to die a death  
More tragic than the grave,
And to move is to risk  
Shattering to pieces
The remains of my fragile being.
To be stone, to be glass,
Or to be free...  
Dare I?