promptbox/priv/posts/envelopment.md

title	week	date
Envelopment	12	2024-03-25

my blankets of comfort,
me of home and of world
made sense once before,
now all come unfurled

at home, I was me,
proud, strong and hiding
awaiting being found,
scared, time was biding

in the world untrue,
they don't all need to know
how much can I keep in,
at identity's plateau?

all fades away one day,
who am I, in truth?
wrapped up in this parcel,
the bane of tender youth +++ Skin turned callus
Shocking how very thin
Protecting what within
Safe from malice

Callus turned scab
I say it's just a cloak
An eggs shell to my yolk
rough as stone slab

Scab turned to scar
Am I changed, or left raw
What verdict should I draw
Thoughts so bizarre

Scar turned putrid
Left so unattended
No longer defended
Efforts mooted