The tentacles of stillness wrap me tight
It grows around me like a cocoon
My heart beats faster with painful efforts to look out
Promises to be kept, deadlines to scale and agendas galore calling out to me.
I slid my hand around those walls
And learned to enjoy the sweet taste of stillness
Oh why do I even think that I make things happen?
When I can’t even take my next breath if chance had a different plan
Everything blurs out to oblivion
And I try to mend myself in the warmth of stillness.
Like a caterpillar we scurry around
With thoughts on walls scaled and obstacles crossed
But it is this moment of waiting and knowing
That brings out the colors
It is this moment of stillness and humility
That brings out the wings.
