I take my share
Of what I sow.
I give now only
That I owe.
Yea, I release
Who holds me low
And liberate
My burdens stowed.
I kneel to dig
Through ground below,
From whence new life
And purpose grow.
Spring forth, vocation!
Do not slow!
'Midst thriving glade,
Towards sun's glow!
For if my life
That I forego
Mirrors the death
I am to know,
I shan't be taken
From my home;
Nay, I'll step freely
To my throne.
I'll take my share
Of what I sow.
I give now only
That I owe
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Indomitability Incantation
PoetryA poem/ affirmation: A wish to transform from being a feeble, soft spoken soul, walked on by those who are louder and more demanding, into an unwavering pillar of strength for ones own self.
