A dream begins,

The mind soars.

  A lonely person is no

longer lonely.

  An Eagle soars, high

Overhead,

  Screaming at some unseen animal,

The screech resounding in the morning air.

  The sound sends shivers down my spine,

Yet at the same time, I realize,

  That scream is a joyous sound,

Freedom in its entirety.

  I scream at the top of my lungs,

Facing inward toward my self,

  And the silence that is left behind,

It frees me.

  I am whole again, as the Eagle,

 I am Free.

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