Anthem

It is the fire that consumes me;
It is an inexplicable love,

It is the rain that calms me;
It is a melody from above.

It is the wind that humbles me;
It is everywhere and nowhere,

It is the sand that fuels me;
It is the artistry of nature.

I’m consumed by what I am,
I’m calmed by a riotous noise,

I’m humbled through arrogance,
I’m fueled by what is in poise.

I’ve much cherished the mystifying,
I’ve heard the unreal symphonies,

I’ve been moved by the inevitable,
And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.

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Recovery

The child stretches out his healed wings
As a bird of sky, shouldn’t be Earth-bound

He feels the wind again striking his face
Rejoices in wholeness; without rebound

What he didn’t know then was, no matter
How beautiful a rose is, it still has thorns

So he begins again, seeking pastures new
Leaving behind all them deceitful dawns