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.
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