Battered Bird
I am that bird in the sky,
the bird that everyone admires.
Simply because I am free.
Freer than I even want to be.
So free I could feel the wind beneath
these wilted wings.
Wings of steel, but the battle
was long.
So now I am free.
Head held high,
eyes laid low.
My flaws made me free.
Isn't that where we all aim to be?
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