Walls of my making

I am hidden
Behind 100 walls of my own making.

I have been shown the path to my heart
Yet I always hold back
Caressing the moon on my tongue,
Bathing in sunlight, drinking haiku.

How can I reach her summit
Unless I leave this silken cocoon?

I pause…
Argue… it is only holding back,
Waiting…

I know, butterflies emerge from cocoons.