I am small. In a cocoon, I am confined inside
In an area so tight, no motion should arise.
I sit and wait for my special call,
Keeping track of the beats echoing through my walls.
Suddenly a sensation flows through my veins,
A jolt to awake from my long dismay.
The feeling begins with a slight shake
And then my shell begins to break.
The beats get quicken as I awake;
My essence is finally free.
My cramped wings begin to shiver
And slide to reach the pink sky.
Tremors of anxiety rush around me,
Enveloping me in fear.
I just want to escape and not to feel,
The worry oh so clear.
I spread my wings and flutter towards
The darkening heavenly rose.
The earthquakes of nervousness
Grow increasingly in violence
Causing my flight to go wild.
All of a sudden I am enveloped
By hundreds of others with wings.
We pound against the fleshy walls
Desperate to escape
The paranoia burned within.
Seeking my escape
I ram straight into a wall,
What happened to the bright pink sky?
Strain sets in as I begin
To realize why I fly.
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