Today, I sat to write a post and I had nothing. My mind was blank, my heart felt heavy. As I was ready to close my notebook and throw the pen, the image of a soaring eagle crossed my mind. Then, I wrote.

Eagle’s Flight

Land of the Free

Land of the Brave

Beloved soil, beloved grave.

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Sadness, despair, chaos everywhere

Tumultuous times

Ungodly affairs.

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The eagle lands

Its tired wings

Signs of derail, never defeat.

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A little while, a tiny rift

Its wings will flap

Its heart will heal.

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Above the land, throughout the seas

The Eagle soars

In flight now, stronger it is.