the mouse that soared

There was a roar inside me I knew not

Now it is found: a roaring river of truth

 

Thank you to those who have guided me to the river and pointed out its source

For now I tread toward this mountain with my tribe standing over me

 

I will not forget why I am taking this path. My memory will not falter

I’ll not become old. I am a warrior, forever

 

And each day I will walk softly with footsteps of care and compassion

Each choice on my path taken with good heart

 

Honesty will remain my compass

And my difference WILL be worth making

 

I am blind to the mountain now – it is distant

But my heart-song knows where it lies

 

And one day I will climb its granite peak

Then my spirit will begin to soar  – as an eagle.

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