Safe in My Chrysalis

 
I dreamt that I am a newly hatched Monarch butterfly. I came out of the chrysalis to find no support to hang on while my wings unfurled, dried and the veins stiffened, became strong enough for flight.  My wings have hardened, yes, but crumpled like a candy wrapper tossed to the street.  I cannot fly and float on the breezes, I cannot visit the beauty of the flowers or show the beauty that I was meant to display. I may crawl on the ground for a brief time before dying with my purpose unfulfilled.  It is hopeless.
Can I waken from this dream to find that I am still in my protective casing not yet broken out to try the world. That I am suspended securely from a branch, from a support. That I will have opportunity to expand my wings, straight and strong. I will fly in the air and visit the flowers - be a blessing of hope and joy to those who see the new-born creature flying, floating, gliding gracefully... wings as yet undamaged by life.