
I rise to go further than ever before
To feel wind in my hair, shake the dust from my feet
I rise to learn wisdom from stories of old
Cultivate strength with a body made free
I rise to hear songs of the old ones who know
To study the past and divine what’s to come
I rise to lift myself from the familiar, secure
And learn faith in the unseen and stars above
I rise to the war waged within my mind
A battle most perilous, the prize being my soul
I rise to the challenge each moment, each hour
And preserve the beauty only I hold
Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Artwork: artist unknown
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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is a writer and poet who uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace their creativity in an increasingly dark world. Her work has appeared at The Poetry Bar, The Positivity Press, and the famed Spiritually Awkward Magazine . She's been a student of Alura Cein since 2015 and actively pursues her life purpose in the literary community.
Read some of Ena's completed work at The Whiteraven Net and check out her personal blog, Superlative Deviation. She's also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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