Resurgence

I'm dreaming of a crumbling city citadel
A mossy tussock sits inside
Arched windows overlook the city of light
Broken and buried in rubble
Trees sprout from the ruins
Bird calls echo through the silence
As nature reclaims what is naturally, rightfully hers

I'm sitting on top of this mountain
A sheer, cliff-face drop to the water below
And I dive, reaching for the pot at the end of the rainbow
Sailing my ship down the waterfall
Flying my kite into blue oblivion
Riding on the back of a whirlwind
And laughing at the child I was, I am, I'll always be

I'm finding myself in the least expected of places
Dreaming within the confines of this box I call home
Writing on the white walls that surround me
Pissing my signature on the pillars of conformity
I'm learning to love despite my cynicism
I'm living the life I didn't think I wanted to live
I'm growing into shoes I thought would never fit

White gauzy curtains flutter at the window pane
The storm rages outside the latch
The key disappears under the doormat
Opening doors that cannot be seen
The butterfly leaves its cocoon
The kitten opens its eyes
We all hold hands and face the new dawning

We become transfixed, transfusing, diffusing
We become what we are
When no one dares to look
Where no one dares to look
We live different lives
When we're not under the microscope
When we are free of panopticism
We become lighter, floating, we become light