Elegy for the Living

You will rise,
Like the sun from the hills,
Like Aphrodite from the seas,
Let everything wash over you,
Let the salt from your tears prevent infection,
Lick your wounds,
Curl into your cave and hibernate,
But yes you will rise, 
Like a Phoenix from ashes,
Like a soldier for war,
Battle on,
Break bitches,
Break faces,
Break hearts,
And hold yours on your sleeve,
Because there it may be hurt,
May be dropped,
But is easily seen by,
Those who wear theirs too, 
May I add,
Because you are a lioness,
And your courage brings home the kill,
And the men will always rank second to you,
My love,
My friend,
My sister

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