Lone at birth and when you die.
Alone as you set a why.
Why you stay and why you tend.
Why you’re firm and why you bend.
So, who will write your life’s tale?
Who will plot where you next sail?
The fear that stopped you before.
That fear that made you want more.
More challenges and more fright.
More keeping you up at night.
You will grow, you will expand.
You will one day not remand.
From your calling, what you do.
Spared not for a time or two.
You will struggle to the death.
A savior in your last breath.
It’s not at all what it seemed.
Cannot help but be redeemed.
More than you and we are seeing.
A link in a chain of being.
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