Eggshell 

Darkness is all around 

and my eyes nothing can see 

but my soul can see it all 

and I can’t wait to break free 

The walls enclosing me 

they feel smooth and wet and soft 

but my hands they crave much more 

to touch and feel all the unknown 

A cocoon may be a prison 

and life can be like death  

when waiting here being unborn  

but more alive with each new breath 

Only one way out there is 

the world I know must be destroyed 

it will all start after I brake it 

this home that holds me from beyond.

Ulysses A.