When I was small,
My mom used to hold me close in her cocoon.
She would keep me safe and protected.
I felt she was over protective and I hated it.
I used to see my friends play and run in the mud,
while their mothers chatted at the tea parties.
I would tell my mom that I wanted to play in the mud too.
She would tell me ,
“When you fall, you get hurt.”
I didn’t understand why she did that to me.
For once I wanted to be on my own.
Free from her protection.
Not have her around me to hold me when I was falling.
Play and run and never stop.
For once, I wanted to Fall.
Then I grew up,
I got my own wings and I wanted to fly
So I broke off her cocoon
The world looked so different
It looks so much more beautiful
I had wings and the horizon was my reach
And there was nothing that could stop me
I didn’t understand
Why my mom said,
“When you fall, You get hurt.”
So I ran and ran and flew and flew
And I came so far away from home
I got tired and I wanted to go back
But I had closed all doors for myself
I wanted someone to hold me now
To hold me in their cocoon
And then there came someone
And That’s when I fell
And now I know
Why mom said,
“When You Fall…You Get Hurt.”