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!
Thank you Marsha! So glad you enjoyed my poem. Thank you for sharing your response.
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Love this – may you spirit fly forever 🙂
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