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Falcon: A hawk trained to pursue game birds.
The weak are not the kind
nor are they mild
They gasp for life's breath in gossip
Their insecurities leaking
staining good fabric
scalding the sensitive
enraging the strong
They crumble beneath the weight
of chains intended
to shackle those who
might have been their salvation.
They are not inheritance's intended
The world belongs to the mild
The healers, the helpful
The peaceful, not the passive
The blotters, not the blotched
The healers, not the heels
The phoenix, not the falcon.
In times when kisses are like chains
and words can no longer heal
our fragility deceives us.
The surface grows still
and as in legend
she rises
fresh and strong
from her own ashes
reborn.
The Falcon & the Phoenix
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