A baby bird,
scared to leave its nest because of its lack of skill in flying,
is compelled to do so because of the burning twigs all around it.
If the bird takes flight,
takes a chance, and escapes,
it will be safe and free,
and able to start life anew.
It will then be emotionally and physically capable of building a new nest-home in a new tree,
somewhere else.
But if it stays,
too scared of change and chance,
it will truly burn in the place it always believed was its home and safe haven.

The flames of my nest have been engulfing me for some time.
The faith in my nest has been shattered,
demolished. I no longer feel safe there.
I began building a new nest with my family,
just as Spring gave the touch of warmth that fills any creature
with a sense of security and happiness.
I am glad I could feel that glow of warmth in a new nest,
in the shade of an emotion that I haven't felt in a long time-the feeling of being sheltered
from danger,
of being...safe.