Rock of Gibraltar
heart of diamond
like the blades of Zuar,
it’s the center of passion.
The speed of swing
and a Zulu's call,
cherish the stare hollow but true.
In the end
It’s the song that causes tears to move.
A hand, which wipes them away,
clearing them for insight.
It uncovers the memory of futures past
and rises to stand in magnificence.
It’s the cost of being the boss
when masks reveal the identity of the spirit
Setting internal rules
-the reality that we live in,
bodies austerely hacked and cut away in all the important parts.
And it heals,
it does grow back in places.
Sometimes fast, sometimes strong.
But in the end, it becomes the salt of the Earth
and the breath of a windless sky,
on a starless night,
a hand, on a timeless clock kept for forgotten heroes,
lost in battle since their closing bid for freedom.
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Strength of Spirit by Shazza Nakim
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