I Race The Morn

I race the morn
beaten & battered
my spirit born

to ride the fields & moors
upon earth’s war torn roads
along with doubts of men unmet

soaring to heights never imagined
determined beyond reason
a gift of insight or curse of innocence

I rise over lowlands
suffering in pain & loss
my spirit born

A happen chance
my race of freedom
amid the fray
I race on

my spirit called
my spirit tested
my spirit born


ART CREDIT:  Art and writing by a Northwest Arkansas Artist & friend, Megan Chapman!

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