The Take-Off


No one wants to remain a caterpillar,
Wrapped in a dark cocoon.
With its comfort, I am trapped.
I would like to fly away,
Revealing my true colors.
With my hidden wings, I am weak.
I resist the metamorphosis
Into an outside world.
With changes, I am pulled.
At the breaking point,
I must fly.
With doubt, I go nowhere.
My wings are weak,
Yet they open.
With despair, I take off.
Taken away from comfort,
I move forward.
With courage, I bloom.

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