heady anchor
The bird that soars beneath a wounded sky
Knows well the cost of dreams it dares to chase.
With wings unfurled, though pain may weigh them down,
It seeks its path, the winds its only guide.
No fear shall chain it to the earth below,
No scars will dim the light within its heart.
For though the storm may rage across its flight,
The bird will rise—undaunted, it will soar.
Each cloud it pierces, each wound it endures,
Becomes a song it carries in its soul.
The world may darken, silence fill the air,
But still, the bird will sing of brighter days.
Through thorn and fire, through bitter winds and rain,
It holds its course, its freedom never lost.
For even in the darkest depths of night,
The dawn awaits, the sky will call its name.
What chains could hold a spirit bound for more,
What storm could still a heart so fierce, so bold?
The bird that flies toward fate knows one great truth:
That flight itself is freedom’s greatest song.
-Haru
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