Her cocoon was dark and cramped. The caterpillar had outgrown it. Fearfully, she made the decision to leave its small, dark confinement. Her passage out was rough. Many times she fought the urge to return to her miserable abode. Determined to make it through, she prayed for strength. Inch by inch, she drew closer to her goal, as she crawled, guided by a light she could see far off in the distance. Many times she stumbled. Just when she thought she could go no further, she did. Exhausted, she gave a massive push, shedding the last of her bloody cocoon. The little caterpillar grinned. Miraculously, she’d made it out alive! A droplet of water shimmered next to her. Thirsty, she lowered her head to sip from the liquid but halted upon seeing her reflection. She gasped in wonder, at the beautiful creature staring back at her. Her mind reeled in confusion. How was this possible?
The wind rustled the leaf she clung to and whispered,
‘fly, for you are free.’
Her wings unfurled as she leapt from the branch, doing the very thing, she’d been born to do.