I used to be a Butterfly.

I used to be a Butterfly, My wings were always the center of attention in any room I was, people surrounded me for my colors, my Intelligence and I, used to be a Social Butterfly, the kind that would be here, there and everywhere. I would stroll through conversations and make laughter appear here, there and everywhere. But there came a time you see, where we were told that it is no longer safe to stroll, that I mustn’t indulge around the room rather stay in one room, my own. Stay in, stay safe and suddenly that was the new normal. So instead I stayed in, I stayed safe. I grounded my wings and found me in my own space, comfort bloomed beautiful colors on my wings, however her roots were far too strong,Two years passed and here we are, I dress my self pretty, I put on the same colors, but nothing seems to be the same now. I cannot leave my safe, I cannot spread my wings and every time I try to, I seem to suffocate. I see you trying to reach out, trying to make me feel comfortable, I know it seems I’m taking you for granted, but trust me I am trying my hardest just to breathe. Your calls make me feel warm, but to be in your presence again. They no longer allow me to be. We were told to stay in, stay safe, find your self instead, take time. Well I am now, safe within my own walls.I can’t seem to leave however. I used to be a butterfly, before social anxiety stripped me of my wings.