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A Bird Cursed to Be a Human
Spirit goes much deeper than specter or apparition
This also goes beyond the birthright of a patrician.
It is the semblance of one who cannot be bought
A true characteristic, commonly sought.
Spirit is what keeps one from falling in mire,
A strategic and important theme of desire.
It is a benefit of ethic and hard work
A talisman for some, duty to never shirk.
Living and breathing, I’ll always have some
Stately bearing and freedom will always come.
Overcoming the ineptitude impossible
No matter what comes, anything is plausible.
Spirit is the difference between life and death,
This I’ll swear to, until my final breath.
Save me from shallowness, baseness and greed
The strength of my heart, I’ll always heed.
Give me the strength that that I always seek
Provide me providence and blind faith at my feet
For I may jump and grapple at what I don’t see.
Which are the things I rarely believe.
Due to my unwitting strong nature and heart
The sovereign strength will never depart.
I’ll not leave this life with weakness and suffocation
Habit and stubbornness my strongest fixations.
I’ll do it or die, my credo since birth
This has kept me firm-footed on my Mother Earth.
Though in this current life, I cannot fly
My final wish is to soar through the sky.
Come hell or high water I’ll get there soon enough
Determination and true grit have made me tough.
Until my final breath I’ll transform then,
And soar on the thermals yet again.
© 2014 Deb Hirt