Migratory Patterns

It seems that whenever I feel like I can spread my wings and fly,

I am reminded of the caterpillar I once was.

Whose place was in the dirt hiding from birds, watching them soar in fear and envy.

How I long for the easy days of the cocoon

Safe and secure.

But…

I know I have to leave.

Regardless, no matter how high I fly, I’ll still see the dirt.

I’ll still remember where I came from.

And I’ll know just how far I came