the chrysalis

silk-sewn sheets surround me,
with the strength of concrete,
the sense of suffocation
stealing away my breath,
the scarcity of hope
with every attempt of escape,
soundproof walls
absorbing every noise i make.

panic-induced punches,
anxiety-filled screams,
almost like being imprisoned,
ball and chain weighing me down,
tiring me into stillness.

calmness then reigns,
and i reassure myself
that maybe,
it isn’t my time yet,
to be free,
to be happy.

still, i try to be.
—  stuck in a chrysalis