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 and soon dimmed out,
But most lights burnt me and scorched my wings.
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.
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very true ghada, those moments when life feels inspired. ups and downs are the facts of life. the onus is to keep the swing going. the boy will always be delighted. sincerely, johh.