Rise

Comfortably numb I sit in my cocoon
Voices don’t pierce through
Movements don’t startle me anymore
I feel gift wrapped and ready to be opened
And yet trapped
Only to be provoked when spoken

My mirror has a reflection
My reflection has a story
There were days of glory
It seems the process is inward out
The butterfly is nesting
Or should I say resting
Returning to the peaceful slumber
I lack zest

One day it started
With a spark, in the dark
The light spread though
Comfortably numb no more,
Humming to something for sure
The phoenix rose from it ashes
And then there was life

Wings spread,
Bubble pricked
I fall
Gravity must stall
But I hold on no more
Absolute free
At last I embrace victory.