My Comfort Zone...a poem of sorts

My Comfort Zone

My comfort zone is
     Safe,
     Warm, encompassingly so,
     Alone but not lonely,
     Where my precious things are stored.

But I don't grow there.

Growth happens when I 
     Explore unsafe spaces, real and imagined,
     Struggle to fight off the cold from all sides,
     Try to stand tall in the harsh and judgmental spotlight,
     Stand alone in the crowd, showing what I have to give to any who will 
     receive, 
     Seek new treasures to add to my store.