Hawk
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the hawk flies away
the moon is rising softly
she spreads her light wings
and flies with the hawk above
constant as a mothers love
I shall teach my heart not to sing
like a hooded falcon, quiet and resigned to the jesses.
To let my heart soar,
I tell myself, would be a fearsome and frightening thing.
Once I spot my prey
The news rang in my ears
I didn't know how to accept it
"She's brain dead"
I hear it over and over
A constant reminder
I can still see your face
Hear your voice
Promising me I'll be okay
There is a hawk in me,
With talons like razor blades,
And piercing eyes like amber stones glittering in the sunlight
It screeches like the sound of sharp nails on a chalkboard;
