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Cocoon of Strength, Wings of Longing
In a world so cold, I retreat, I hide,
Wrapped in silk, where my wounds confide.
A cocoon of silence, a space to mend,
To grow, to heal, to transcend.
Elusive—I vanish before you see,
The real me, the depths of my history.
The hurt, the scars, the past abused,
A child left bare, unshielded, bruised.
No guardian stood, no arms held tight,
No whispered words to say "You're alright."
So I vowed, with the fire inside my chest,
"When I grow, I’ll protect me best."
Wished upon stars for a knight to appear,
A shield, a fortress, to keep me near.
But dreams were dust, scattered, displaced,
Reality whispered, "You're your only embrace."
And so I became what the world denied,
A warrior masked with fire inside.
Hypervigilant, always aware,
Eyes scanning for threats in the open air.
Now I guard not just me, but her too,
My daughter, my light, my love so true.
For no one came to shelter me,
So I stand unyielding—her shield to be.
But God, am I weary, am I worn,
Carrying both weights since I was born.
Masculine force, a leader’s tread,
But craving a space to rest my head.
To lay down arms, to feel secure,
To be soft, to be held, to be loved—demure.
Yet fate, it seems, has other designs,
For I stand alone on battle lines.
I lead, I conquer, I fight, I reign,
But deep inside, still aches the pain.
A longing whisper, a silent plea—
“Will love ever come to cradle me?”
But such is life, the cards are laid,
So I sharpen my steel, unafraid.
Alpha by force, not by desire,
Burning bright with untamed fire.
Yet still, somewhere in distant air,
A butterfly flutters—soft, aware.
And maybe one day, when the winds align,
I’ll find a place where I can resign.
Where strong arms hold, and I am free,
To be nothing more than soft, than me.
Wrapped in silk, where my wounds confide.
A cocoon of silence, a space to mend,
To grow, to heal, to transcend.
Elusive—I vanish before you see,
The real me, the depths of my history.
The hurt, the scars, the past abused,
A child left bare, unshielded, bruised.
No guardian stood, no arms held tight,
No whispered words to say "You're alright."
So I vowed, with the fire inside my chest,
"When I grow, I’ll protect me best."
Wished upon stars for a knight to appear,
A shield, a fortress, to keep me near.
But dreams were dust, scattered, displaced,
Reality whispered, "You're your only embrace."
And so I became what the world denied,
A warrior masked with fire inside.
Hypervigilant, always aware,
Eyes scanning for threats in the open air.
Now I guard not just me, but her too,
My daughter, my light, my love so true.
For no one came to shelter me,
So I stand unyielding—her shield to be.
But God, am I weary, am I worn,
Carrying both weights since I was born.
Masculine force, a leader’s tread,
But craving a space to rest my head.
To lay down arms, to feel secure,
To be soft, to be held, to be loved—demure.
Yet fate, it seems, has other designs,
For I stand alone on battle lines.
I lead, I conquer, I fight, I reign,
But deep inside, still aches the pain.
A longing whisper, a silent plea—
“Will love ever come to cradle me?”
But such is life, the cards are laid,
So I sharpen my steel, unafraid.
Alpha by force, not by desire,
Burning bright with untamed fire.
Yet still, somewhere in distant air,
A butterfly flutters—soft, aware.
And maybe one day, when the winds align,
I’ll find a place where I can resign.
Where strong arms hold, and I am free,
To be nothing more than soft, than me.
Published 8th Apr 2025
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