My cocoon ignorance and bliss, warm and safe like the womb.
I would have stayed but nature would not have it.
I was wrapped so tightly.
A rip appeared! Sun streamed in! I was blind!
Every step was a stumble, each move a fall.
I felt insecure.
I cocoon split all the way, I began to fall, straight to the ground.
I flapped my wings but they hurt.
I had no confidence.
My wings were sore but the more I flapped I began to fly.
I worked and sweated and cried.
I flew.
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