Gazing out at the endless blue,
some would say it's a peaceful view.
Where the ocean ends and the sky begins,
is a seamless portrait of a battle with in.
My chest burns hot with active frustration.
Yet, saturated in pride and determination.
A tear of repeated sacrifice
one full of commitment, but compromise
defies my fierce loyalties.
But my fears; enveloped in comradery.
This pure proud heart has been betrayed;
Fischers of sorrow being portrayed.
These weights and wings of turmoil will be
What paints our flag as the land of the free.
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