Once vibrant wings, kissed by the sun,

Now clipped and tethered, the fight outrun.

A shadowy bloom, a fleeting high,

Lures the butterfly, a tempting lie.

The sweet nectar, a bitter sting,

Chains the spirit, a broken wing.

The world shrinks dim, a hazy blur,

Colors muted, dreams obscure.

The chrysalis creaks, a hollow shell,

Where hope once bloomed, a darkness fell.

But whispers rise, a gentle breeze,

Of strength renewed, and wings set free.