This poem is about growth. Expanding one’s comfort zone. Finding new life. Living fully, not hesitant and half-heartedly.
I’m pushing the boundaries
Of my small existence
Expanding my comfort zone
My comfort zone was way too small to live in
Barely enough space for surviving
Trapped in the dark, barely alive
Nothing can grow in the dark
But I thought I could only survive
Here on the inside
A safe haven becomes a prison
When never ventured from
So I’ve been slowly expanding my comfort zone
I look around and I hardly recognise
The landscape I now walk in
Now that I’ve stepped into the light
All the things that were waiting for the right conditions to grow
Are bursting into life
I see light and beauty all around me
That I couldn’t see before
Yet growth can be painful
Breaking through the surface to reach the light
New growth is soft and tender
Susceptible to attack
I must give time for the new growth
To become strong and sure
Growth that seems slow
Is perhaps the strongest of all
I must be a rebel to my old ways
To patterns that kept me enslaved
To find a way that’s more secure
I must endure the discomfort of the unknown
In order to find out where my boundaries are
Even in this uncomfortable process
I already feel more alive
To find a new and living way
I must leave the old behind