My wings flutter
My eyes wide awake
My body feels ready
For the flight, they
Said I would never
Break the shell, I'm
A fragile bug, afraid
To get out, I stopped
Listening to them
Once my fear had
Turned to doubts
They were lies to
Feed the demons
In my head, trying
To pull me down
Before I could reach
The sky, the air is my
Friend, up here the
Clouds feel like a warm
Blanket of security, the
Sun blazes against my
Skin, not burning it but
Building my tolerance
Of getting scorched by
Anything other than
That, I'm not a green
Caterpillar anymore
But a majestic creature
Joining the world of
The living.
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