cocoon

They say the struggles of the butterfly
Give it strength to make it soar.
And in the end, after the butterfly is almost willing
To give up and die.
The cocoon breaks.
And the butterfly emerges,
Beautiful and strong,
Spreading its wings to soar into the sky.
I wanted to thank you,
For reminding me that I too will have wings,
Beautiful and strong.
For not letting me give up,
And making sure my soul doesn't die.
For listening to me when nobody else would,
And when my heart would cry.
And I wanted you to know,
I hope you feel my wings
Brush against your cheek
When I spread my wings,
And fly.