I persist my life at thirty and a half
wise and ready to take what's next at hand
my feet are strong but my heart is weak
my soul is hungry but my mind will speak
I will fly, land, and feed
alone and free, I'll take what I need
no longer can I, will I, should I bleed
My soul, my heart, I will lead
God will guide the stones that slow my speed.
©Elizabeth Zsamboki
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