Break Free

There are walls that I build around myself to keep me safe. And yet, I was still scared.  So at every noise or scratch, I added another layer of protection from the inside. Hoping with each one to feel safe and secure  One day I realized that nothing could get in (good or bad) and that I only had enough room left to breathe. And I missed the sun and the space that came with the risk.  I had built a tomb and covered it with flesh. And instead of safe I felt imprisoned, and instead of secure, I felt claustrophobic. And I wanted to be rescued from my self built shelter  I wanted to breathe deep, spread my arms wide, and feel the sun on my face again. If only I had been brave.