Nothing is what it seems

A TRIBUTE
Secure within a cocoon
Safe and unharmed
You sheltered me from cold.
Cozy in a shell, in trouble-free deep waters
I was the pearl within your oyster.
Slowly you showed me the blazing fire,
But never let me feel its heat.
But how long do I hold a rose without bleeding from its thorns?
Now as the curtain rises,
You have to let me go,
Even thought it’s hard to say goodbye,
Only when I disappear from the edge you can see,
That you gave your angel wings to fly.
I dedicate this poem to my mother