Tight quarters.
Dark in here.
I need to move.
I need to be free.
What is this keeping me in?
I begin to struggle.
I peck hard against the barrier.
First tentatively.
Then, harder.
A crack!
Some light!
Peck harder.
Push with my whole body.
More light.
More freedom.
Then, I’m out.
Air. Light. Space.
Now what?
Like a bird has to crack it’s own egg
in order to be hatched,
our life’s struggles
can make us stronger,
and lead to re-birth.
But it’s going to take everything you’ve got
and
no
one
can
do it
for
you.