I broke out of my cocoon
& enjoyed the freedom of my new grown wings.
I soared and flew to every light I could see.
I discovered that few lights gave me warmth.
Some lights dazzled me but soon dimmed out.
Most lights burnt me.
I longed for the lonely dark safety of my abandoned cocoon…
But then I asked myself
“What of the lights that had warmed me up in my darkest moments?”
They made the flight worthwhile
Even when my wings were singed and blistered
Even when I thought I was blinded.
The warm lights helped me heal.
Again I am free to fly.