Cocoons

I am enclosed,

trapped but with consent.

Slowly but surely,

my limbs become more manageable.

The warmth of the sun is gleaming through,

yet I am still cold inside.

Time can only tell,

when it will all collapse.

For the day is near,

the day my wings will be spread.

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