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The Swallow

I found a wounded swallow
battered from this world
curled upon leaves of falsity
fragile as it was
chemistry thrown askew
she had tried to fly
flee a violent storm
now adrift with herself
alone carrying her wounds
despair to last a lifetime
and she was to rise again
but not as a Phoenix
to tempt a brief flight
a short escape
storms of regret rampaging
when this existence
became too great
she alighted once more
to consider it all
before discarding the burdens
of a tainted existence
to head into the ultimate blue
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  1. Only absolute truth in this world is that all life will come to an end one day. What makes life exciting is that no one knows when, where or how the end will come. Life should be cherished as it is and death not mourned. Alas! none of us are super human and we despair and feel sad for something that all of us will face one day. Life is not fair and it is also not unfair. It is as it is. Remember your friend fondly.

    • That is a great way to analyze it. I particularly like what you said that life is not fair or unfair, that is true. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  2. What a wonderful piece, very moving for me. Also, reminded me of a song’s lyrics and with some help from Google, found the song “Take These Wings”.

  3. This is a lovely poem to read as a eulogy, Lana. Such a tribute to your brave neighbor friend. It really holds meaning to how we view our spiritual selves, too. I love how you may interpret so much from your beautiful words.
    Happy Easter, if you celebrate this holiday. <3

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