I have stood where you stand now,
and I recall how fragile and afraid I felt,
as if poised on the edge of tearing in half.
But if you feel the same, I hope that you know
it is not brute force and hardness
that carries a butterfly thousands of miles
in migration across a wonderful world,
but the fragility of amber wings,
so delicate they too seem easily torn,
yet they ride winds like fluttering jewels:
a beautiful endurance and graceful learning
how to use even storming weathers
to reach their far-flung destinations.
They come from such humble beginnings,
yet are transfigured and reborn,
not through ease, but difficult work in a chrysalis,
into Monarchs, queens of the sky.
I hope you keep that vulnerability,
that gentleness, that sensitivity,
like amber wings inside your heart
and let them carry you
to exactly where you’re supposed to be.
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