Walking With My Wings

I have wings but cannot fly, I feel them clinging strongly on to me, I sense their flying potential, But still I seem not to fly. I'm a mature caterpillar stuck in my casing, Needing a stimulus to spread out my wings, Striving to have the most beautiful wings, Not knowing I just need to make my first flight. Are my wings a heavy burden? Do I deserve these wings? Is it too much responsibility? Is my fate to just walk? I fear I may age my wings out, Without even testing its capabilities, Locked within the comforts and simplicity of walking, But I will fly, I must fly and I know I'll fly high.