he walks through world, his paws on the floor.
stepping over the ash from his destructive past.
his eyes are dark, having seen too much, too fast.
they blink through memories, keeping focus on what's to last.
this heart of his has been loved and been hurt.
torn to pieces and poorly sewn shut.
his mind rambles with thoughts he wishes weren't true.
thoughts he wishes to throw away too.
but in that mind is knowledge and experience.
for he is the one in the jungle with intelligence.
as he walks, power coarses through his veins.
no one in these trees or on the ground floor,
has been put through what this cub has endured.
but he doesn't let cowardly authority who think they are the all mighty
make him weak, no they have made him strong.
his skin thick with scars from late nights after bars.
his head protected with the walls he built before he could fall.
his soul is encased in a warrior like body.
his heart is wrapped in bloody barbed-wire.
this man is no man at all, he is a lion.
courageous, royal, and just, but most of all
he is a symbol of strength.
"lion"
11/22/18
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