What I wanted to say:

Do you know the pain of a new butterfly's struggle

freeing himself from his chrysalis prison?

I am sure you do.

I have felt your strain against the walls

your frustration

fighting so hard for so long

to break through.

Yes, you know his sorrow

as I have — but greater

you suffer more deeply than ever have I.

But I know something you do not:

the blinding glory of the light

the rushing wind of winsome flight

the confidence of crimson might

to never, never fade.

It will not be long.

Do you know?

the thicker the walls, the stronger the wings

Fear not, little heart. Never fear again.

For this is solid and this is good.

And yes, you are too weak
too weak to be her stepping stone
(and she yours!)
but you walk side-by-side
both at once carrying one another
and being carried by that great mystery

But what if it, too, is too weak?
then we will fall
and fall magnificently
and only then, after we are shattered below
sorting our bones to be carried off
will we know

But then, I hear there are other possible outcomes.
And either way, we grow.
and we grow well